Smoke rolled over the industrial zone like a living thing. It crawled between steel towers and broken loading docks. Sirens cried in the distance and then went silent. The air smelled of oil, hot metal, and fear.The industrial complex once made machine parts for farms and trains.Now it made war.Landon Hale stood on the edge of a rooftop and looked down. Below him, floodlights cut through the dark like sharp knives.Aether Dominion tanks moved in slow lines across cracked concrete. Their engines growled low and steady, like patient beasts. Drones hovered above them in perfect grids, blinking white and blue.Navarro crouched beside Landon and checked his rifle. His jaw was tight. His hands were steady. “This place is a fortress,” Navarro said. “Walls. Towers. Kill lanes everywhere.”Claire’s voice came through the earpiece. She was calm, but it took effort. “Not a fortress,” Claire said. “A machine. And machines have weak parts.”Jin sat three blocks away in a dark van. Screens fill

Night fell like a closed fist over the city. The rain had stopped, but the streets did not rest. Water clung to glass and steel. Wind moved trash along empty sidewalks. Sirens sounded far away and then went quiet again.Aether Dominion’s tower cut the dark sky. Its white walls shone under floodlights. Glass faces reflected the city below. The tower stood above Milwaukee like a mark of control. It did not blink. It watched. Three blocks away, a forgotten parking structure hid the Vanguard.The building smelled of oil and old concrete. Water dripped from cracked ceilings. Shadows stayed deep between the pillars.No one spoke. No one cheered. They moved with care. Navarro checked his rifle. He slid a magazine in and locked it. He pressed armor plates into his vest until they clicked. Each sound felt too loud in the still air. He paused after every click, listening.Marcus rolled his shoulders. He opened and closed his hands. His breath was slow. His face was calm. The calm scared him mo

The announcement came at noon. Across Milwaukee, every screen went black at the same time.Phones buzzed in pockets. Billboards flickered and died. Music stopped mid-note. News anchors froze with their mouths open.For one long breath, the city held still. Then the image returned. Gorgon Wolfe stood on the roof of a tall downtown tower. Wind pulled at his long coat and made it snap like a flag. He did not fight it. He let it happen. He wanted to look carved from stone.Behind him, the skyline stretched wide and wounded. Smoke rose from several blocks. Sirens wailed far below, thin and tired, like they had already given up.Wolfe looked straight into the camera. “My city,” he said.His voice was calm. Strong. Certain. He did not raise it. He did not rush. “For weeks,” Wolfe continued, “you have watched liars fall.”The camera slowly pulled closer. “Corporations ran,” he said. “Criminal kings hid. They fed on you. And when the truth came, they fled.”On the streets, people stopped walki

The safehouse was quiet in a way that felt wrong. The city outside still burned. Sirens cried in the distance. Drones hummed like insects far above the streets. Inside the old warehouse, the Vanguard stood around a long metal table, each one holding their breath in their own way. This was the last calm they would get.Claire stood at the head of the table. A large city map glowed beneath her hands. Red lines cut through Milwaukee like open wounds. Blue markers flickered where Wolfe’s forces moved. Yellow icons showed civilians still trapped between them.She did not raise her voice. She did not need to. “This is the final operation,” Claire said.Everyone leaned in. “Wolfe wants the rooftop fight,” she said. “He wants eyes on him. He wants fear. He wants control.”She tapped the Morrison Building on the map. “He chose this place because it is visible from half the city,” she said. “He wants to look like a king.”Landon Hale stood a few steps back. His arms were folded. His face was

The city went quiet all at once. Every screen changed at the same time. Phones stopped scrolling. Trains froze mid-ad. Billboards flickered and turned black, then bright. Livestreams cut out across the city, then came back with a single image. A rooftop.Rain fell in thin lines. The wind pushed low clouds across the sky. Red warning lights blinked on nearby towers.Jin leaned back in his chair deep inside the network hub. His fingers moved fast over the keys. Sweat ran down his neck, but he smiled. “It is done,” Jin said softly.His voice echoed through the empty room. Every channel was his now. Every signal bent to his will. There was no place left to hide. Across the city, people looked up.In apartments, families stood frozen in front of their walls. In bars, glasses stopped halfway to mouths. On crowded streets, people stared at public screens. Even the hospitals paused, monitors glowing with the same image.The rooftop camera zoomed out. Landon stepped into frame. He wore a dar