Chapter 27 - .27 The Rise
The morning sun was already hot as Lucious coasted down a cracked stretch of Midtown on his battered scooter. His shirt clung to his back, sweat soaking through the cheap fabric, and fumes from traffic choked the air.
He muttered, "Same routes, same crap, same busted scooter."
Another delivery had just ended with a woman demanding he double-check every item, only to slam the door in his face over a missing sauce. She gave him a single crumpled dollar.
He sighed and turned onto a quieter street, thumbing through his route map when something flashed in his vision.
[Scanning Nearby Probabilities...]
Lucious frowned. "Now what?"
[Opportunity Detected – 82.4% Probability of Favorable Outcome.]
Ahead, a sleek, navy-blue luxury sedan sat awkwardly by the curb, hazard lights blinking. A well-dressed man crouched beside it, fumbling with a tire iron. The guy looked like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom.
Lucious leaned forward. Normally, he wouldn’t even blink. Some finance guy could call roadside assistance like the rest of them. But the system’s glow didn’t fade.
[Name: Roland Myles.]
[Occupation: Private Wealth Consultant.]