My new apartment in Old Town was a sanctuary of shadows and silence. From this quiet nerve centre, I waged my one-woman war, a campaign of a thousand cuts against the city's heroic establishment.
With every successful act of sabotage, my VP grew, and with it, my personal arsenal of skills. I was faster, quieter, and more perceptive than ever before.
More importantly, my grand strategy was working. The city of Neo-Olympus had become a gilded cage, and I had successfully herded most of its brightly-coloured birds back inside.
But gathering the pieces was only the first step. I had my weapon—a city full of paranoid, powerful heroes—but I still lacked a target.
The mission prompt for "The Lost Colony" glowed in my System interface, a constant, taunting reminder of the children hidden somewhere beneath the city, and the impossible task of finding them.
