It was supposed to be a milk run. Easy gig, easy creds. Even if Aysha thought the gig smelled like drek, it's not like she could afford to pass on a payday. She is far from pleased with her assigned run-mate, Synchro. What starts as a minor annoyance becomes a FUBAR shitshow setup when a debt from their past finally comes due. Now, they must put their old rivalries aside to balance the ledger, or end up zeroed in the gutter.