"If I am going to burn in hell tomorrow morning, I am taking you and your dark empire down with me!"
Senator Vance's frantic voice echoed through the high-fidelity speakers, trembling with uncontainable terror and desperate malice.
Rafael stood in the center of the subterranean command room, his face an unreadable mask of ice under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Your empty threats carry no currency in this room, Senator," Rafael replied softly, his voice cutting through the speaker static.
"You think this is over because you drained my family trust?" Vance shrieked, his breath rasping heavily through the line. "I have already transferred the operational control keys of the municipal defense grid to a third party!"
Zhea's fingers flew across her mechanical keyboard, her emerald e
