The engine revved. The steering wheel twitched.
Kael stared at the odometer—zero kilometers. A hacked Sprinter with a ghost life. His broke ass had stumbled into a war over secrets that moved faster than any cargo. hacked sprinter
“Someone who lost a bidding war for that vehicle at a dark-net auction. The previous owner wasn’t a caterer. He was a courier for a cyber-mercenary group. That Sprinter is a mobile fortress—EMP-hardened, with a mesh network that piggybacks on any passing signal. And right now, I’m the one holding the root key.” The engine revved
“What if I refuse?” he asked.
You were just the passenger who signed the loan. hacked sprinter
“Who is this?”