Rain began before dawn.
Not heavy. Not loud. Just steady enough to wash the smoke from downtown streets and blur the city lights into silver streaks.
Metro City did not sleep.
It adapted.
News of the financial disruption spread fast. Corporate servers exposed. Shell accounts flagged. Anonymous tips sent to federal units. By sunrise, the first raids had already begun.
The Brotherhood was bleeding money.
But money was only one part of their power.
Mark stood on the rooftop of an old building in the Cuts, rain soaking through his shirt. He didn’t move.
He listened.
Below, sirens echoed in different districts. Helicopters moved toward downtown. Police chatter crackled faintly from Devon’s scanner nearby.
Devon joined him at the ledge.
“You should rest.”
“I did.”
“You passed out fo
