Seven days after the massacre…
The holographic display cast the guild hall in pale blue light.
Magnus stood at the head of the long table with his arms folded, watching three faces float above the communication artifact like ghosts he hadn't invited. Director Hale of the northern logistics subsidiary, who ran supply chains for half the eastern seaboard and looked like a man who hadn't smiled since the turn of the century. Vice Director Osei from the financial arm, whose dark eyes tracked numbers the way predators tracked wounded prey. And Councilwoman Fenn, who oversaw New Dawn's institutional partnerships and had the unfortunate habit of speaking her mind.
None of them were happy.
