The rain over the metropolis turned into an aggressive downpour, as if the heavens themselves were mourning the chaos about to consume the streets below.
At the North City Transit Command, the heavy iron security gates slammed shut with a deafening screech. Automated sirens blared across every train station, harbor dock, and suspension bridge. High-speed rail lines froze on their tracks, and industrial shipping cranes ground to a sudden halt.
The entire city’s heart stopped beating in less than ten minutes.
In the center of the financial district, two armored Vane Syndicate SUVs tore through the pedestrian plaza, mounting the polished stone steps of the Grand Council Assembly.
Dante Vane stepped out of the lead vehicle.
He didn't wear a coat against the freezing rain. His dark tailore
