Your accounts froze mid-checkout: the Audit Bureau flagged you for "unexplained income" and sent the entire force after you. One layer at a time, the city stands between you and the extraction pad — night patrol, squad cars, armored divisions, air support, and finally the gunship commander herself, raining bombs on everything it suspects. Fight your way out. Your balance depends on it.
Furthest district reached: none
Pick up green medical crosses dropped by fallen hostiles to heal.
The streetlights went out, and the Bureau logged another "account closed" — yours. You wake up in a precinct holding cell, every weapon back on the rack, the same district still waiting. Try it again.
Press P to resume