"Baron Zaslow," Vivian says. "An Anarch with delusions of grandeur. He rose to power in Waterloo by twisting activist groups to work for him—standard Anarch tactics—but we've been blind to what he's been working on for too long while we focused on our own internal affairs and distractions like Ward."
Red and blue lights flash as over a dozen police cars converge, corralling the rioters and forcing them away from your building. "Qui's working quickly tonight," you say, watching as the mob breaks through police lines and flees the scene.
"It helps that his office is at the police station," Vivian says. "I'm sure you can understand why I contacted him first."
You step back from the window. "It looks like Qui's got it handled," you say. "What can I do to help?"
"You'll need to coordinate with the Sheriff. This is only the first riot they have planned. They wanted to test our defenses. The two of you will work together to infiltrate their organizations with planted agents and tear them apart from the inside. I'll spin the news and political coverage to turn the public against them. This is the work, Agad the Imperishable," Vivian says. She's regained her calm. "It's the burden of power—our work is never truly done."
You stare out into the night sky. Flickering orange and yellow reflect off the mirrored walls of the office building as the fires slowly die down. You're safe for now, but Vivian is right. The work is never done.
End