On a hazy summer day, the air in NQSC seemed to tremble with a strange kind of tension. Somewhere in the city, the passerby stopped to look at a motorcade of heavily armored PTVs that rushed past them in a neat formation. Somewhere else, a row of luxurious vehicles emerged from the compound of a renowned Legacy clan and rolled onto the streets.
Far away, the engines roared as a group of government APCs surrounded a single passenger sedan, seasoned soldiers manning the turrets. In a different place, an opulent carriage pulled by a monstrous Echo rolled past the stunned citizens, its interior hidden behind plush velvet curtains.
Scenes like these were happening all around the city.
