Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

DARKEST HOUR

The night sky over Washington, D.C., was illuminated by flashes of fire and smoke, a stark contrast to the once-peaceful landscape. The sound of sirens filled the air, mingling with the distant rumble of explosions as chaos unfolded. Marcus and his team were already in motion, scrambling to respond to the latest wave of attacks that had caught everyone off guard.

“This is bad,” Felicity said, her voice coming through the comms, a hint of panic underlying her normally steady tone. “They’re hitting multiple targets at once—government buildings, public spaces, even emergency services. It’s like they’re trying to create total mayhem.”

Marcus gritted his teeth, gripping his weapon tightly. “We need to regroup and find a way to counter this. The city can’t take much more.”

Evelyn, her expression fierce and determined, rallied the team. “We’ve been through worse. Let’s not forget we’ve taken them down before. We can’t let fear dictate our actions. We need a plan, and we need it now.”

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