Word just reached the local coffee shop that something went down at R&F City again. A squad of Immigration officers walked right through the main gates, heading straight for Building B11.
Inside, the guys running grey-market ops and off-the-grid side hustles out of rented units are probably panicking right now, scrambling down the fire stairs to slip away before it's too late.
R&F is a massive, crowded complex. Food delivery drivers and couriers come and go all day long, and once a condo door snaps shut, nobody really knows what is happening inside. But the authorities knew exactly where they were going this time, charging straight for B11. Right now, the hallways in that block are almost certainly in total chaos, filled with the rush of heavy, panicked footsteps.
Out on the street, it is business as usual—just the usual smell of motorbike exhaust mixed with sweet roadside iced coffee. But inside the tower, the air went dead tight. People rent condos here for grey ops because it is easy and discreet, but once the main doors are blocked, those dark fire stairs are the only way out.
