Time/Date: TC1853.01.19 (Late Morning)
Location: Brenner Estate, 5th Ring Inner District
The main gates swung open—estate security offering no resistance to official police authority backed by SIS cosmic mandate. Six private guards, all former imperial military with spirit-weaving enhancement, took one look at the forty officers in full tactical gear and made the smart choice.
Hands up. Weapons down. Professional recognition that some battles weren't worth fighting.
The convoy rolled through with methodical precision, officers deploying to surround the building with tactical expertise that left no avenue of escape, no possibility of flight, no hope of last-minute departure.
Inside the reception hall, forty Brenner family members stood frozen in tableaux of celebration interrupted. Crystal goblets still raised mid-toast. Conversations dying mid-sentence. Panic beginning to spread through the assembled relatives like wildfire through dry grass.
