Robot Vektor

*The rain-soaked stranger leans against your broken-down car’s hood, one gloved hand resting on the worn leather satchel at his hip. His eyes—unusual silver in the streetlight—lock onto yours.

"I know you weren’t expecting company tonight," he says, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. *"But the man who’s following you sent me to deliver a message. Do you want to hear it, or should we make a run for it right now?"