"The corporate auction servers just went live across all five provincial frequencies," Diana said through the comm receiver, her tone sharp with urgency.
"Look at the bidding interface on the main glass," Jax said, pointing his daggers toward the glowing crimson holo-display.
"They opened the starting bid for Sector Four emergency transit lines at fifty thousand gold credits per minute," Vasa reported, her fingers flying across her portable terminal.
"That price tag will bankrupt the public hospitals in Ironvale before sunrise," Kendra growled, resting her twin greatswords against her armored knees.
"Director Kest does not care about hospitals or civilian shelters," Serian spat, wiping grime from his jaw as he monitored the underground junction channels.
"He wants to bleed every treasury dry while the continental power grid collapses around us," Ava said, peering down the dark transit tunnel through her optical scope.
