They navigated the neon rot of Neo-Kowloon with a heavy pistol and a desperate hope for a payday. After silencing the Chrome-Heads in the dark of Sector 4, they sought refuge in a graveyard of rusted steel. A final, defiant gamble against the corporate machine ended in the mud of a border scrap-yard. They died as they lived—outgunned, bleeding, and owing nothing to the city that broke them.