"Sirens blare across the skyline as burning barricades erupt on every major boulevard, signaling the total collapse of public order," the tactical communicator hissed from the center of the secret command post.
Rafael stood near the reinforced concrete pillar of the underground bunker, watching the live tactical feeds stream across the oversized monitors with absolute coldness.
Smoke choked the grand avenues of downtown Neon-Sunder as civilian street fighters clashed violently with municipal security cordons, shattering the fragile peace of the upper districts.
"The capital tranche has cleared every shell corporation account, boss," Jax reported, walking across the dusty concrete floor with a heavy tactical tablet clutched tightly in his hand.
"The opposition street fighters have
