Hadrian's Echoes

The acrid air of Hadrian South bites at your face as the barge lists towards the derelict dock. Dark buildings loom like broken teeth, and the ghostly lights of residual code flicker through shattered windows. Shapes move in the shadows, slick with grime and decay.
"Gimme fourteen degrees starboard," you say quietly, the familiar weight of your heavy revolver a cold comfort against your hand. You pull your coat tighter, the biting wind cutting through the worn fabric. The vicious water of the Hadrian River slaps against the hull, a constant reminder of the deadly pollution that separates you from the neon glow of Hadrian North.
Skater, your grease-haired hacker, mutters beside you, patting his hands together nervously. "You sure on the score this time?"
"Of course I'm sure," you snap back, your gaze fixed on the decaying city ahead. "Linkchain bio-factory. All the black-market cybers we could want."