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"We’re the Fly3rs," Zara said, wiping grime from her visor. She tapped the glowing emblem on her chest. "Gravity is just a suggestion."

Rell was the lightest. He wore a wingsuit woven from graphene fabric that caught the slightest updraft. He was the eyes of the group, perching on needle-thin spires, mapping the wind currents and the patrol paths of the city’s anti-grav drones. fly3rs

Zara looked at the data scrolling across her visor. The wind patterns were shifting violently; a storm was brewing between the towers. "New plan. We take the Zero Line." "We’re the Fly3rs," Zara said, wiping grime from her visor