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He watched the guard’s skeleton march past. The moment its foot bones left the corridor, Leo moved. The pack’s display showed him everything: the iron rebar in the walls (don’t trip), the copper wiring (live—step over), and a single, horrifying detail he hadn’t expected.

He flicked the power switch. A soft whine vibrated through the pack’s carbon-fiber frame. Then, a miracle.

In Leo’s sweaty palm was a device that looked like a chunky walkie-talkie crossed with a dental X-ray machine. It was the Mark-IV “SpectraPack,” or as Leo called it, his X-Ray Pack. He’d built it from salvaged medical imaging tubes, a lidar sensor, and the processor from a military drone. xray pack

“Bingo,” Leo whispered.

Leo froze. The second skeleton wasn't moving. No shift of weight from femur to tibia. No tilt of the skull. It was waiting. He watched the guard’s skeleton march past

They were three more X-Ray Packs—fully charged, linked, and broadcasting the location of every skeleton in the building. Including Leo’s.

Leo ran. Not for the safe, but for the loading dock. The pack’s whine became a scream. He wasn’t a thief anymore. He was a courier for the one thing OmniCorp wanted back: the only X-Ray Pack that could see them . He flicked the power switch

The safe wasn't a safe. It was a Faraday cage. And those weren't gold bars inside.