The city felt different as the truck rumbled through its streets, leaving behind the smoke and dust of the communications tower. The weight of the last few days hung heavy in the air, but there was something else now—something that hadn’t been there before. A sense of momentum. They were gaining ground. Every move was deliberate, every action a step closer to unseating what remained of the Council’s power.Jake sat in the back of the truck, his hands resting on his lap, eyes watching the world move past them. They had hit a major blow today. The communications tower was down, and with it, the last semblance of coordination that the Council’s remnants had. But it wasn’t over. It wasn’t even close.Elena sat beside him, her eyes scanning the road ahead, alert and ever watchful. Reeva leaned against the truck’s side, her rifle resting across her lap, her expression one of quiet satisfaction but with a hint of tension that never quite left her.“Good work today,” Jake said, his voice stea

The city had changed overnight. Word of Jake and his team’s success at the depot spread like wildfire, igniting sparks of rebellion in every corner. People whispered of the daring raid, the fire in their eyes now a little brighter. The Council’s remnants had been dealt a major blow, but the true test was ahead. Jake knew better than to celebrate too soon. This was only one part of a much larger war.The safehouse buzzed with energy as the team prepped for the next move. There was no time to rest. They had to keep the momentum going.Jake sat at the table, maps and reports spread before him, eyes focused. The attack on the depot had crippled the Council's supply lines, but there was still too much left to do. Too many pockets of resistance to crush. Too many people to liberate. The city was still a powder keg, waiting to explode.Elena walked over, her boots thudding softly on the concrete floor as she approached the table. Her eyes flicked over the papers, her expression unreadable. "

The atmosphere in the safehouse had changed. What had once been tense and uncertain, filled with hushed conversations and plans in the dark, now thrummed with a different energy. There was purpose in every movement, urgency in every step. People weren’t just surviving anymore—they were building something. Hope was not a fleeting thing now. It had become a steady force.Jake sat at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the gathered faces. Elena was beside him, her eyes sharp, as always, studying the map spread out before them. Reeva, in her usual laid-back manner, was throwing a knife into the air and catching it—her way of keeping her nerves in check. Lina, serious and focused, stood by the window, keeping watch, her gaze lingering on the street below.It had been a week since the operation to hit the remnants' financial strongholds. The results were already visible—rumors of smuggling routes shut down, supply lines fractured. But Jake knew better than to think they had won. Not ye

The city was changing, and Jake could feel it in his bones. The streets had a different hum to them now, like the pulse of life was returning. People moved with purpose—faster, steadier. There was a sense of something stirring beneath the surface, something that hadn’t been there for a long time. The remnants were still lurking in the shadows, but their hold on the city was slipping, inch by inch.Jake stood at the edge of the new plaza, watching the crowds. It was quieter than it used to be. Not in a bad way, but in a way that meant something deeper was happening. People were starting to breathe again, to live again."You're staring off into the distance again," Reeva's voice cut through his thoughts, and he turned to see her standing beside him, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket.Jake gave a small smile. "Just thinking. It's been a long road.""You look like you're waiting for a storm," Reeva remarked, her eyes scanning the plaza as if she were already anticipating tro

Jake felt it when he stepped into the safehouse that night. There was a quiet energy in the room, a collective exhale after weeks of constant pressure. His people were tired, but their faces carried something new: determination. They had all been through hell to get here, but they hadn’t broken. And now, they were starting to see the shape of victory, even if it was still a long way off.As he walked through the door, Elena, Reeva, and Lina were already there, gathering around the table. The mission had gone well—too well, perhaps—but Jake could feel the weight of the next phase already pressing on him. They couldn’t afford to rest. Not yet. The remnants weren’t finished, and the city wasn’t safe."What's the status?" Jake asked, his voice steady, his eyes scanning the room.Elena was the first to speak. "We've cleared the route out of the city. The remnants are scattered, but they're still dangerous. The bigger players are still out there, and the networks we hit—those were just the