The terminal flickered in the damp corner of the safehouse, the green text cutting through the cigarette smoke. Jax watched the progress bar crawl toward the right.

The video began to play. It wasn't a confession or a map. It was a single, unedited shot of the city’s central air filtration system—and the tiny, glowing leak of blue gas that the Board of Directors claimed didn't exist.

A string of characters flashed on the screen: .

As the sirens wailed directly outside the door, Jax slammed his thumb onto the 'Send' key, broadcasting the file to every open screen in the district. The download was finished, but the story was just beginning.