Somewhere in the industrial slums in the Argo Province, inside an abandoned warehouse…
The heavy rain hammered on the rusted tin roof of the warehouse, drowning out most outside noise. But inside, beneath flickering overhead lights, a dozen men circled around a large, scarred table.
Smoke curled in the air, blending with the scent of engine oil and something more bitter, gunpowder. At the head of the table sat Kravo, a tall man with a deep scar running down his neck, voice low and cold.
"So this is the guy we're looking for?"
"Yes, Boss," one of Kravo's men confirmed. "Our contacts in prison recognised them from the photos. These are the ones who interfered."
"And what do we know about him?"
"According to the boys inside, the young man seems to have powers. He could be AMS or UMS. The older one is Andres Moore, a retired military officer. The younger one is Calixto Moore, his son, currently a police officer."
