Before the storm
You see Firewall, running his patrol route along the system border. He runs a hand where the barrier runs thin, and it reforms under it. Oily blackness swirls beyond, constantly probing for any point of weakness, but finds none.
Deep in that darkness you see Kamali and Nassir standing over the crumbling remnants of malware, weapons still in hand. Nassir stands tall and impassive, Kamali simmers with barely contained rage as they near their objective.
In a hidden base three weary rogues huddle around a set of plans, long in the making but still risky. Yīn wears his worry in the lines of his forehead, Eri in the shadows under her eyes. Grigori moves with feverish energy, gesturing to the note on a potential variable.
We see Olesia perched on a high ledge, far away from the chaos below. Scattered memories lie around her as she tries to settle her dread and anxiety. She knows something is coming; she can feel it.
She is displayed on one of many screens surrounding the Administrator as she floats in a room above it all, fingers flashing in a constant flurry of activity. Red light flashes coordinates, and a satisfied smirk breaks the icy stillness of her face.
It was time to begin.