Lucas departed that night with Fredhardt and Fargo in Harland's Royal Air Force aircraft, the Arcem. Their destination was a city all too familiar to them: Rodant City. Honestly, the revelation that their target was in Rodant City wasn't a surprise; on the contrary, it was quite disappointing.
Rodant was exactly the kind of place where power, wealth, and corruption intertwined beneath glittering lights.
By the time Arcem landed, it was already midnight. The airport lights glowed faintly beneath the vast darkness, their sterile brilliance doing little to soften the sharp chill that swept across the tarmac as the aircraft doors opened. The night air greeted them like an unwelcome sentinel, cold, heavy, and threaded with the distant hum of a city that refused to sleep.
