"Zhea hands Rafael a decrypted government memo detailing plans to deploy lethal military force against the rioters tomorrow morning," the sharp click of the encrypted terminal echoed across the quiet penthouse balcony.
Rafael caught the metallic device with one hand, his fingers curling over the cold casing as his eyes scanned the glowing text.
Below them, the sprawling expanse of Sector 1 Main Boulevard glowed under a chaotic wash of orange flames and strobing red police lights.
The civilian riots had swelled into an unstoppable ocean of fury, crashing repeatedly against the steel barricades and armored personnel carriers of the municipal security forces.
"They are finally ready to cross the absolute line," Rafael noted, his baritone voice carrying a cold, detached amusement as h
