Li 9 - Back On That < DIRECT · SERIES >

He didn’t pack much. Just his custom-tuned drive-core and a pair of scuffed racing gloves. When he stepped off the mag-lev at the station, the smell of ozone and burnt rubber hit him like a physical blow. It felt like home.

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"You're late," a voice rasped from the shadows of the hangar. It was Jax, his old mechanic, leaning against a sleek, matte-black interceptor that looked more like a weapon than a vehicle. He didn’t pack much

Li ran a hand over the cold metal chassis. He could feel the dormant power vibrating through the frame. He climbed into the cockpit, the interface sync-linking to his neural port with a familiar, sharp sting. The dashboard bled into life, glowing amber. It felt like home

It started with a single encrypted ping on his old handheld: “The circuit is open. Sector 9. Midnight.”

"Let them think what they want," Li muttered, his eyes narrowing as the blast doors began to cycle open, revealing the shimmering, chaotic lights of the city circuit.