The sky over the Lower Ring was no longer black; it was a canvas of encroaching fire. Vanguard interceptors buzzed like angry hornets, their searchlights sweeping the jagged ruins of the industrial sector. Harrison ducked into the hollowed out shell of an old transport depot, his breath hitching in his chest. Aella followed, her fingers still trembling as she clutched the data heavy terminal to her side."They’re burning the grid, block by block," Aella whispered, her voice tight with panic. "They don't care about collateral damage. If we stay here, we’re just targets in a fishbowl.""We don't stay," Harrison said, his eyes scanning the debris for an exit. "We move to the Sump. The magnetic interference from the turbines will mask our thermal signatures from the interceptors.""Harrison, wait!" Aella stopped, pointing to a flickering screen on a nearby wall. The broadcast they had forced onto the grid was still running, but it was being overwritten. A new image appeared not the truth