The Tampered Score

People were starting to look at him. And not just for the spectacle. That afternoon, the municipal emergency collaboration pool sent him a new assignment. Location: Old District, Block 12, under the commercial pedestrian bridge. Task: Handle an overturned cold-chain truck, clear the collapsed passage, confirm whether anyone is trapped. Rank: D-. Livestream: enabled. “This looks suspiciously like they want me to farm my own relevance,” Aiden muttered at the interface. The van voice answered evenly, “You can request removal, but it will affect future task credit.” “Then don’t ask.” By the time he got there, a crowd had already formed.