The flight back from Switzerland was enveloped in a silence thicker than the clouds below. The bravado that they had displayed before the GESC had disappeared, replaced by the stark, cold reality of their fate. They had looked into the eyes of the established world order and seen not just resistance, but a total inability to understand. The Council never saw poverty as a condition to be alleviated, but as a natural part of their system. The Titan Alliance was not a counterpart to be negotiated with; it was a bug to be debugged.The Genesis Dashboard confirmed it. The [Global Resistance Level] parameter, once a neutral yellow, now burned a constant, threatening orange. [Hostile political and economic actions imminent] had become [Hostile actions initiated.]The initial blow fell before their aircraft even touched down in Nairobi. There was a warning chime from Leona's financial staff. "They've frozen our liquid assets," she relayed, her holographic form flickering with what might have

The story of Zane Li, icy intelligence stitched into its pages like a wire of razor-sharpened steel, was a victory on every level that could be measured. Supply lines, once choked by the GESC's embargo, now flowed through impassable digital pipes, carrying materials to the Miracle Field site with ethereal efficiency. The [Network Resilience] gauge on the Genesis Dashboard crept up to a robust 78%, a silent triumph over their faceless enemies. But new tension had planted itself in the alliance, a chill that no amount of computer brawn could dispel. Zane was a low-pitched hum in their messages, his philosophy an out-in-the-open challenge to the humanitarian underpinnings of what they did.It was this climate of technology-powered anxiety that Adrian was summoned in. Not by an adversary, but by his greatest friend. Leona Vasquez's message was as clear-cut and unsubtle as the woman herself: "The solar satellite station above the Sahel is subject to anomalous power oscillations. The explan