Far above the commotion, unaware of the intrusion of his former partner, Albert Wily paces his control room. Seething

The machine in the green battle helmet stands silently at the large window, its red eye silently searching for some unseen, but clearly felt, disturbance below

The rocket had fallen short of its target. This, after weeks of his robot enforcers malfunctioning at crucial moments in the crumbling southern district that houses the insurgency. One failure after another

He'd ordered the attack as a message to any would-be uprising, but also as a signal to the citizens within the more tightly controlled inner ring of the city. He needed to make them feel safe. Protected. And ... they need to know what happens to agitators

The great screen atop the tower in the center of the city, even more glorious now after its reconstruction, stands in stark contrast to the dark smoke still billowing into the southern sky