"They hear sirens covering the city, signifying that Zuan's entire banking infrastructure has officially collapsed."
"We need to move before the neighborhood containment sweeps reach this sector," Bisma instructed, his voice steady despite the raw fatigue pulling at his muscles.
Meira nodded sharply, her eyes darting across the dark interior of the rooftop stairwell before she pushed the heavy steel access door open a fraction of an inch.
The cold Zurich night air rushed into the stairwell, carrying the acrid scent of burning rubber and the constant, frantic wail of police sirens echoing off the surrounding stone facades.
"The main patrol units are congregating two blocks south near Paradeplatz," Meira whispered, checking the live tactical map glowing softly on the screen of her p
