The New Regime
The name hit me like a bullet. General Thomas Webb. He was a ghost. A figure from the shadows. The brother of the man I'd killed. The man who'd been pulling the strings from the beginning. "You're the real Broker," I said. "You've been running everything." General Webb smiled. It was a cold smile, the kind that came from years of power and control. "I prefer to think of myself as a visionary. Someone who sees the big picture. Someone who understands what needs to be done." "And what needs to be done?" "This city needs to be saved. From itself. From the chaos. From the corruption. And I'm going to save it. With or without your help." I raised my weapon. "I'm not going to let you." He laughed. It was a bitter sound. "You really don't understand, do you? You can't stop me. I've been pl
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