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Silla, panicking, terrified of hitting a child, jabbed “YES.”

“Echo, take the wheel,” Kael whispered.

A soft chime confirmed the link. He wasn't jamming the ECU (Engine Control Unit) or the TCU (Transmission Control Unit). Those were noisy, guarded by screaming alarms. Instead, he’d found a vulnerability in the HUD’s graphics processor—a forgotten backdoor left by a lazy firmware developer two years ago. The HUD was just a display, a digital windshield sticker showing speed, navigation, and warnings. Nobody guarded the janitor’s closet.

Kael wasn't a thief. Not in the traditional sense. He didn't steal cars or money. He stole control .

The silver Aetos purred to life. Silla screamed as her hands felt the steering wheel turn against her will, pulling her out of the parking space. The car glided silently toward the garage exit.

Kael slung his tablet bag over his shoulder and walked calmly to his own nondescript van. On his screen, a data stream bloomed—a live dump from the car’s secured vault. Not credit cards. Not passwords. Waypoints . The encrypted journey logs of every trip the car had taken for the last six months. Silla wasn't a courier; she was a mule. And those waypoints were a map to a dead-drop network.

He tapped a worn tablet, its screen a patchwork of code and proprietary schematics. “Alright, Echo,” he murmured. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.”