Chapter 11: Field Orders
District 11 didn't bother pretending.
Where District 9 had patches of law, this place had scars — old battle lines, burned-out rooftops, billboards spray-painted with anti-hero slogans and gang crests.
No patrols. No drones. No smiles.
Just survival.
The Zodiac transport cut low through the smoke, quiet engines slicing through ruined airspace. Hernan sat near the rear exit, strapped in beside armored soldiers wearing modified insignias — not full Zodiac 13, but their elite enforcers.
Three of them. Names etched on their plates:
Aegis (Zodiac Tier: Auxiliary) — built like a vault, voice like gravel
Mire (Zodiac Tier: Scout Operative) — masked, twitchy, smelled like copper
Callum Virex — the captain himself
He didn't wear a helmet.
Just the black-and-gold lions across his chest, and that easy charisma that filled every room before his voice ever did.