Chapter 19: The Mercenary Mobilization
The underground repair depot at Titan Industrial Yard 3 smelled of raw diesel, damp concrete, and machine oil.
Tucked into a hollow along the city limits near Elm Street, the cavernous maintenance shed was hidden from the eyes of public traffic by twenty-foot corrugated iron fences topped with triple-strand razor wire.
Inside the gloom, sixty men stood in loose ranks across the grease-stained floor.
These were not ordinary commercial watchmen or private night guards. They were seasoned tactical contractors recruited from private military outfits across the border, wearing black tactical vests over reinforced canvas uniforms. At their feet sat heavy composite riot shields, tear gas canisters, pneumatic door rams, and iron-weighted crowd control bat
