The mood in the printing press basement became heavy and serious, like soldiers preparing for a final, desperate battle. The danger was different now. Sterling was no longer a controlled corporate executive; he was a wild animal, freed from his chains and filled with a burning desire for revenge. They had won the war against his company, but now Sterling himself was charging toward them, powerful and unstoppable, like a train that had jumped its tracks.
"A battlefield of our choosing," Silva repeated. A fierce, wild smile broke through the bruises on his face. He liked the idea of controlling the fight. "So, where do we make our stand?"
Ace's mind, connected to the powerful computer-like System inside him, was already scanning the city like a hunter looking for the perfect spot. He didn't just need a location for a fight; he needed a place that would mess with Sterling's head. A place that had meaning, a place they knew like the back of their hand.
