The crackdown was brutal.
SSS deployed heavy weapons. Sealed Level 3 completely. Anyone trying to pass: shot.
Fifteen more dead. Then twenty. Then fifty.
Jax watched from Level 5, sickened. This was the cost. The blood price of freedom.
"We need to organize better," Elara said. "Right now we're just a mob. We need structure. Leadership. Strategy."
"I'm a drug dealer, not a general."
"Then learn fast. Because people are dying and they're looking to you to save them."
Finn coordinated defensive positions. Barricades on Level 4. Chokepoints fortified. They were preparing for siege.
Mother Sera set up medical stations. Treating wounded. Comforting the dying.
And Jax tried to become a leader worthy of the revolution he'd started.