Oldtown was broken. As we tried to sneak out, running from building to building we saw the fires ravaging the beautiful, yet old buildings. Charred wooden beams erected to the sky revealing the attics hidden underneath. Sometimes we heard plasma cannons, shots fired, saw the soldiers of the militant faction of the Snakes running around, and the Enhanced. The scent of the raindrops - still spewing from the atomizers set up for the festival -, mixed with the smoke and the ozone residue of the shooting, created a highly flammable mist that hung above the airless corners of tighter streets, making us cough.
The Handlers fought still, at least some of them, but many fell victim of their own percieved invincibility. Their system, although less unstable than the ones designed for civilian use we
