The world, from Rafael Morales’s perspective, was engulfed in flames, and he was the one who had struck the match that ignited the chaos.

He stood in the back of an inconspicuous van parked strategically at a scenic overlook, a mere stone’s throw from Damon’s cliffside fortress. Inside, the air hummed with the low buzz of high-tech equipment. Monitors displayed live feeds from body cameras worn by his elite team. The images were a cacophony of turmoil—chaotic, bloody, and ...