"Deploy the sonic cannons."
Julian Vance screamed the order over the deafening vibration of his office floor.
The Overseas Music Group skyscraper swayed violently. Plaster rained down onto his tailored silver suit. The synchronized stomping of a hundred thousand protestors threatened to fracture the steel foundation.
"The LRAD units will cause permanent hearing damage Julian," his security chief warned. The man gripped the heavy oak doorframe to maintain his balance.
"I do not care if they bleed from their ears," Julian roared. Dust coated his slick hair. "Break their eardrums and clear my plaza."
"Using military hardware on civilians violates international law," the security chief pleaded. "The media is broadcasting this live to the entire planet."
"I own the media," Julian spat. He
