The edge of the rooftop platform vibrated beneath Delon's unstable stance, providing a clear, horrific view of the burning slum district thousands of meters below. Thick pillars of black smoke twisted violently into the acid rain, carrying the distant stench of burning insulation and localized chemical decay straight up the outer walls of the tower. Commander Aiden stepped forward with measured, heavy steps, his weapon remaining absolutely locked onto Delon's unsteadily beating heart as the red laser sight burned a steady point of light into his fractured chest armor.
"Go ahead and pull the trigger, Aiden," Delon gasped out, his left hand losing its grip on his side as he forced himself to stand straight against the howling wind. "If it satisfies your bureaucratic ego to clear a failed
