Mr. Salty into the Future Chapter 3 – The Rescue
Chapter 3 – The Rescue The night air was still warm as Salty approached the east gate of the Integration Centre. The city hummed around him – Garda drones buzzed overhead, scanning for curfew breakers. Neon adverts flickered against the concrete towers: “Your future. Your AI. Your Ireland.” Salty pulled his hood low over his face. His heavy boots barely made a sound on the cracked pavement as he moved into the shadows beside Block 17. Sarah was already there, pacing nervously, her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. She wore a loose grey hoodie and dark leggings, blending into the shadows, but her wide curves still drew his gaze for a moment before he focused on the mission. “You came,” she whispered, relief in her voice. “Course I did,” he muttered. “Where is she?” Sarah pointed to a dimly lit annex at the side of Block 17. “They moved her there after evening meals. Two guards inside. One outside.” Salty scanned the area. The guard at the door was a young man, barely twent...