The rain drummed against the window like impatient fingers tapping out a rhythm of doom. Max Knight, soaked to the bone, stood in the shadows of the financial district. The city loomed around him, an indifferent giant with arteries of wet concrete and veins of flickering neon. Every corner could hide a threat, every alley could be the last thing he saw. But tonight, he was hunting.
The rain had driven most of the city's inhabitants indoors, leaving the streets to the few souls desperate or dangerous enough to brave the downpour. Max was both, with a few extra doses of determination and rage mixed in. He flicked his cigarette into the gutter and watched as the glowing ember was swallowed by the darkness.
Elena's voice crackled through his earpiece. "Max, we've got eyes on City Hall. No sign of movement yet. Julia's covering the subway hub. What's your status?"
