"Chamber your rounds."
The corporate security commander delivered the lethal order into his tactical radio. He stood on the damp concrete of the Tokyo Dome plaza.
Hundreds of armed contractors pulled the charging handles of their kinetic rifles. The sharp metallic clatter echoed through the humid night air. They formed a solid black wall of tactical armor around the massive stadium.
"The target is Ryan Parker," the commander barked. "He is an active threat to Elysium assets. Shoot him on sight."
A guard in the front row adjusted his grip on his weapon.
"Do we issue a warning?" the guard asked over the encrypted channel.
"No," the commander replied cold and flat. "Put a bullet in his chest the second he steps onto the avenue. Protect the broadcast."
Two blocks away a fleet of armored
