Two hours after the nuclear explosion at midnight.
"A nuclear blast..."
Ryan and Perares looked at each other, seated inside an armored vehicle, watching the outside world through the thick glass.
The NCPD was organizing a rescue, many officers were injured in the explosion, and prosthetics were failing massively.
These failures weren't like the typical burnt-out circuits; high-energy rays and radioactive particles caused direct damage to any materials they contacted.
Radiation burns were far worse than mere high-temperature erosion.
The scene was somewhat... strange.
The workers here were incredibly talkative as they went about their business.
It was well-known that corporate employees had very high professional standards, and this professionalism was reflected in their actions—thinking before speaking and acting accordingly.
In tasks like accepting city contracts for radiation debris cleanup or rescuing the injured, they would be astonishingly quiet:
