You steer the Thorton Galena off the main path, the engine coughing its last breath as you guide it into a deep, trash-filled drainage ditch. You kill the lights, wipe the on-board computer logs to scrub your ID, and hop out.
The silence of Rancho Coronado is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Arasaka search drones. You’re on foot, your boots hitting the dirt as you watch the smoke from your loyal "Rattler" dissipate into the night. You've lost your ride, but you've also lost the heat.
Now, you're a Nomad in the suburbs without a horse—and the border is still miles away.
How do you proceed?
A. THE SUBURBAN HITCHHIKER: Sneak into a nearby residential driveway and "borrow" a civilian's Archer Hella. It’s slower than the Galena, but it blends perfectly into the local traffic.
B. THE STORM DRAIN TREK: Use the city’s massive automated drainage system to move underground. It’s a filthy, labyrinthine walk, but you’ll be completely invisible to aerial scanners.
C. THE BUS STOP BLUFF: Clean the grease off your face and head to a nearby NCART station. You can try to use a fake ID to take public transit toward the outskirts, hoping the suits aren't checking civilian commuters yet.
