"Sir, we just intercepted a localized encrypted transmission originating from a public terminal near the Grand Luminary district, and it appears Giska has just sent an direct audio threat to your wife’s personal comm-link."
The cold notification of that intercept hung silently in the digital ether of the upper city, but inside the pristine, crystal-paneled restroom of the Luminary Bistro, the reality of that threat materialized in the palm of Rea's shaking hand. The walls of the restroom were carved from genuine white marble imported from the southern mountain ranges, polished to such a high sheen that they reflected her pale, terrified face from every single angle. Water trickled softly from a gold-plated automated faucet into a seamless black quartz basin, providing a gentle acoustic m
