Warm late-afternoon light filtered through the wild growth of what had once been Golden Gate Park, casting dappled shadows across the overgrown path. One month had passed since the Hammond incident and the subsequent mission—a mission that had changed everything for Rayna, Ruby, and Zeke……

The operations center of the Resistance headquarters buzzed with nervous energy. Large holographic displays dominated the central area, showing real-time surveillance feeds from across New Oakland. Officers and analysts moved between stations with purposeful efficiency, their voices a controlled murmur beneath the electronic hum of equipment….

The Resistance headquarters beneath the old Market Street BART station hummed with activity. Once a bustling transit hub, the station had been among the first casualties of the Syndicate's rise, its underground levels repurposed into a nerve center for those who refused to submit to AI governance….

Two weeks later, the lower part of Mt. Sutro stood wrapped in mist, the wild slopes offering a rare vantage point overlooking the city. Rayna and Ruby had made the short hike from their house, winding up muddy trails through eucalyptus groves that had grown dense and untamed since the Syndicate's rise. Here, above the fractured urban landscape, nature reclaimed what humans had abandoned……..

The neural technology lab deep in the Resistance headquarters hummed with tense energy. Nestled beneath layers of concrete and steel, the facility had once been part of an academic research center before the Syndicate's rise. Now it served as the beating heart of the Resistance's….

Two days after Zeke's initial surgery, the ever-present fog pressed against the windows of Rayna and Ruby's Locksley Avenue home, today accompanied by a light rain. Wind-driven fingers of the fog pushed raindrops around the glass, probing for entry around the weathered frames…..

The underground Resistance medical facility beneath UCSF's abandoned classrooms hummed with controlled urgency. Antiseptic scents fought a losing battle against the earthy dampness that permeated all subterranean spaces in New Oakland. Rayna paced the narrow corridor outside the operating room…..

Pre-dawn fog rolled thick and cold across the abandoned Genentech campus, swallowing sounds and smothering visibility beyond twenty feet. Perfect cover. Rayna Khail pressed her back against the moss-covered wall, her plasma rifle a comforting weight against her chest. The tang of salt air from the nearby shallow flats…