Brooklyn Every street in New York bore the scars of the Civil War, some burnt out remnants of tanks and civilian vehicles still abandoned on the sides of roads or embedded in buildings; just waiting for the official salvage crews to show up and take away the carcasses, salvage crews that would never show up. Anything of value or use from the wreckage had long since been stripped away, leaving nothing but the bare bones. No police force was brave enough to stop a few petty crimes in Brooklyn now; the improvement of recent decades had been slashed by the ongoing conflict between Unnaturals and the government. Now, at least, the conflict raged on away from public eyes, the Unnaturals having been forced underground with the special forces trying to sniff them out. Save for the occasional fight, chaos had been tamped down to a simmering burn mostly due to the efforts of the Syndicate. Brooklyn was a good place for any careful Empowered to disappear with enough gangs and cartels based in the area to scare off any pursuers.