He rode the elevator to the top floor and walked into the Commissioner's office. The room was expansive, offering a panoramic view of the sprawling metropolis—a city filled with millions of people who relied on the badge to protect them, not oppress them.
Marcus placed his hands on the heavy mahogany desk. He knew that firing one corrupt officer was just pulling a single weed from a deeply overgrown garden. The culture of arrogance, the unspoken blue wall of silence, the systemic abuse of power—it all had to be torn down.
He picked up the desk phone and dialed the Captain's extension.
"Miller," Marcus said, his voice hard and resolute. "Summon every precinct commander to the briefing room in one hour. We have a lot of work to do."
He hung up the phone and looked out over the skyline. The silver-grey suit caught the reflection of the city lights as the overcast sky finally began to break, letting a single, piercing ray of sunlight illuminate the streets below. A new era had begun, and Marcus Cole was ready for war.