Leo stood on the street corner below the Morganfield Building, phone in hand.
A cold wind blew through the street, sweeping up a few discarded newspapers.
He lifted his head and gazed into the distance.
From this physical distance, he couldn't see any flames.
But in the virtual world, the one built from data and information, a raging fire had already burned through the roof.
"The Free Trade Promotion Association didn't just serve us with a summons, they launched a simultaneous media blitz! They've turned the contents of the lawsuit into memes and image macros, and they're being shared everywhere!"
"'Leo Wallace sells out the city's sovereignty for 500 million US Dollars.' 'The resistance hero becomes Morganfield's puppet.'... These are the headlines plastered all over the internet now!"
"Leo, no one is mobbing the building yet, but I can feel the anger mounting! This is a city-wide firestorm! If we don't handle this right now, City Hall will be overrun by morning!"
