The streets outside the Fortis building were a chaotic sea of hostility. Men continuously poured out of the seemingly endless convoy of black armored cars. Some of them stepped onto the asphalt heavily armed with lethal weapons, assault rifles, shotguns, and spiked bats, while others relied purely on their imposing physical bulk and martial prowess. It was a terrifying, heavily coordinated mixture of two distinct underworld cultures.
The disciplined, ruthless enforcers from the Black Hounds stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the cunning, technologically backed thugs from the Gilt Rats. Yet, despite their overwhelming numbers, they didn't charge the fortified gates straight away. The thousands of gang members formed a perimeter, holding their ground because they were strictly waiting for the main heavy hitters to step onto the battlefield.
