The next day,
21:59 PM.
Warehouse District, Sector 9.
The industrial sector of Alpha City was a graveyard of rust and concrete.
Massive shipping containers stacked like metal coffins. Abandoned factories with broken windows that stared like empty eye sockets. The skeletal remains of cranes and loading equipment reaching toward a smog-dimmed sky. During the day, a skeleton crew of workers kept the legitimate operations running. But at night, the district belonged to a different kind of workforce.
Smugglers. Black market dealers. Gangs using the abandoned buildings as bases of operation.
People liked the Jackals. A small gang that primarily engaged in gambling and forcefully collecting dues from innocent store owners.
And tonight, they were Jayden's objective.
