The aftermath of the docks felt like a funeral for a king who wasn't yet dead. Collins Fisher sat in the back of his armored SUV, his hands gripped so tightly on his knees that his knuckles were white. The red laser dots had vanished the moment Dante disappeared into the fog, but the sensation of being a heartbeat away from death still clung to his skin.
"Sir," his lead operative whispered, looking at the tablet. "The signatures on those optics... they aren't mercenary. That’s high-grade military hardware. We didn't just get outmaneuvered. We got outclassed."
"Shut up," Collins hissed. "Drive."
While Collins retreated to lick his wounds, a different kind of movement was happening at the Monterio Military District.
General Enzo Bellandi, the man whose name was synonymous with order in t
