KATRINA
Standing on the high metal catwalk overlooking the loading bays, I watched the rebel syndicate operate with a ruthless, flawless precision. The air smelled sharp with gun oil, exhaust fumes, and the sweet, earthy tang of smuggled Moonflower.
Down on the concrete floor, dozens of hardened men unloaded massive wooden crates from armored trucks, distributing modern weaponry and medical supplies under the harsh glare of industrial lights.
Watching Kole bark orders from the center of the chaos, a profound internal shift clicked into place inside my mind. He was not just a wild, feral rogue hiding in the dirt. He was a brilliant rebel kingpin, systematically dismantling the corrupt Elder Council's supply lines piece by piece.
Every truck he hijacked and every crate of silver ammuni
