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The wind hit her like a slap. 850 meters above the street, the cars looked like illuminated bacteria. The city hummed beneath her.

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Arlo was the ghost of the Jakarta underground. He was the original adrenaline junkie, the one who had free-climbed the Suramadu Bridge before disappearing three years ago. Rumors said he’d died. Rumors said he’d gone corporate. The wind hit her like a slap

She slipped past the velvet rope by pretending to take a phone call, her heart rate steady at 72 BPM. The bass of a deep house DJ thrummed through the floor. Crystal chandeliers reflected the city lights. But Rania wasn't looking at the champagne tower. She was looking at the maintenance hatch behind the private VIP pod. The SkyBridge 118, Jakarta’s newest luxury megamall

She pulled out her phone and tripod. No face. Just her hands, the red soles of her Jimmy Choos dangling over the void, and the trembling lights of the metropolis below.

She looked down. Taped to the ledge beneath her feet was a small, encrypted hard drive. It was attached to a wire leading to a drone parked silently on a lower ledge.