A surreal inauguration. No crowds. Only cartel drones overhead and a holographic projection of the constitution flickering. Sofia wears a simple black dress – no armor, no crown.
Sofia and MatÃas descend into a subterranean command center. Waiting for them is , a steely, cybernetic-eyed military defector now running private security for the Cruz family. QUIROGA That wasn’t the cartel. That was the government’s own AI drone. Silva’s system is fragmenting. The capital is now a kill box. SOFIA So why target us? We’re energy, not politics. Quiroga pulls up a file. A single word: MSV . QUIROGA Muerte Sin Voto. ‘Death Without a Vote.’ It’s the Cartel del Sol’s internal coding for a full-spectrum collapse operation. They don’t want to win. They want the state to disappear so they become the state. Sofia’s wrist-comm beeps. Restricted frequency. She answers.
INT. BUNKER – CRUZ TOWER – LATER




