The neon glow of the Red Sector pulsed like an open wound against the night sky, casting an eerie light over the chaos below. Malik Voss stood atop a crumbling apartment complex, his coat flapping in the wind like a flag of defiance.
The streets of Silver Strings territory buzzed with oblivious foot soldiers, completely unaware that their empire was on the verge of collapse.**
His earpiece crackled to life.
"All teams in position," Drago, his lieutenant, murmured.
Malik exhaled slowly, watching his breath curl into the frigid air.
Just three weeks ago, he had felt like a cornered animal, his empire crumbling around him.
But now? Now he had teeth,and he was ready to bite back.
He tapped his comm. "Move."
The first explosion shattered the Silver Strings main arms depot, a fireball erupted into the sky, turning night into day for one brilliant second.
Chaos erupted!
