The rain slicked the asphalt of the industrial park as Jax stared at the flickering progress bar on his laptop. He wasn't just downloading code; he was downloading a metamorphosis.
"Come on," he muttered, the glow of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes.
The status reached 99%. A crack of lightning echoed the anticipation in his chest.
The file name was nondescript: . To a bystander, it was just data. To Jax, it was the key to unlocking the inhibited beast sitting in his garage—a sleeper S4 that sounded like a vacuum cleaner but was built to scream.