From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

Hummed

The city hummed with the aftermath of the recent power struggle, the melody of chaos slowly giving way to a tentative harmony. Zephyr, her ruthless edge softened by the public's growing disapproval, had pulled back from the brink. Yet, a nagging discord remained within me.

Days after the yacht incident, my system flagged unusual activity originating from Olivera's network. While the data itself showcased a seemingly legitimate business deal, a dissonant note jarred my intuition. Something didn't feel right, a discordant hum beneath the surface melody.

I retreated to my room, the data scrolling across my screen a chaotic symphony of numbers and figures. Hours bled into the night, my mind wrestling with the puzzle, searching for the hidden dissonance. Finally, a pattern emerged, faint at first, then crescendoing into a jarring realisation.

Olivera's deal, seemingly innocuous, masked a clandestine operation, a web of deceit woven to solidify his control over a critical resource – water.