The city never sleeps, they say. It's a beast that breathes through the night, exhaling clouds of smoke and fog that wrap around its streets like the tendrils of some monstrous creature. Max Slade knew this all too well. He stood at the edge of the docks, the cold wind off the bay biting at his skin. His shoulder throbbed dully under the bandage, a constant reminder of the firefight that had left Salvatore's warehouse in ruins.
Vivian stood beside him, her gaze distant, lost in the glow of the city lights reflecting off the dark water. They had found a moment of quiet, but it was the eye of the storm, and they both knew it. The real battle was just beginning.
Max broke the silence, his voice low and gravelly. "Kane's on our side now. We've got a shot at taking down Salvatore's lieutenants, but we need to move fast."
