The Green City penthouse was bathed in the crisp, sterile light of the early morning. The unprecedented, rapid expansion of the Chaos Demon corporate empire was a monumental success. Boss Solis and his brilliant Consort had flawlessly executed their global strategy. They had established the heavily fortified Western Vanguard in the Veridian Gulf. They had absolutely crushed the Atlantic Syndicate and seized their laundered East Coast funds. The holding accounts were completely saturated with unimaginable, perfectly legitimate wealth. The global logistics fleets were operating at maximum, untouchable capacity. The terrestrial board was entirely clear of rival cartels.
But perfection in the terrestrial realm was a highly volatile state. The sheer, staggering magnitude of their newly acquired capital had triggered a completely different kind of tripwire.
