Xavier left the club with that easy wave he always gave Reva when he wasn't in the mood for a long goodbye. His bike kicked alive under him the moment he swung his leg over, the engine giving that sharp hum he liked. Night City lights stretched across the visor, neon bleeding into the wind as he cut through the streets.
Halfway down the highway, a notification flashed across his display—
Incoming call: Requiem.
That alone told him he couldn't ignore it.
He eased the bike to the side of the road, leaned it on the stand, and answered through the helmet's hands-free link.
Requiem's voice came through clear, steady, all business.
"I finished the inspection. Full internal sweep, system checks, stress tests, wiring checks, all of it. The ship's in good shape overall, but some parts need replacing if you plan to use it long-term."
Xavier rested his forearm on the tank of the bike. "Send me the list."
