“Worse. They are not after territory. They are after… sensation. A philosophy of conflict for its own sake. Pure violence as neural art. They want to make the world a permanent state of high-frequency combat.”
Raiden allowed a smile — sharp, joyless, wolfish.
“Who’s the supplier?”
The carrier exploded behind him.
“Let’s dance, Jack the Ripper.”
“That is the troubling part. Traces point to a defunct Minsk lab from the Sons of the Patriots era. But the tissue cultures are fresh. Someone reactivated the old SOP architectures without the behavioral limits. They call themselves the ‘Grey Circuit.’”