Time/Date: TC1853.01.20 – Early Morning
Location: Metropolitan Police Station, 4th Ring – Private Communication Room
Wu stood in the small warded room, the privacy signet's soft hum the only sound beyond his own controlled breathing. The communicator pressed against his ear carried weight beyond its physical form—this conversation would reshape everything.
"Patriarch," Wu said into the silence, forcing his voice steady despite the magnitude of what he was about to report. "We need to talk. And you're going to want to sit down for this."
A pause on the other end. Then Patriarch Hadrian Wu's voice came through, measured but alert with that particular quality of someone who'd led the Wu clan through three decades of political warfare and knew when a genuine crisis approached.
"Commissioner. You invoked the Sundering protocol. Speak."
