Where there's oppression, there's resistance. The fragments of the Resistance challenge the world-dominating force of the Secretists... but not without some difficulty for either side.
I staggered about, terrified. There were so many people, jostling every which way.
I looked up, immediately regretting it. All the huge buildings towered over me, making me feel smaller than ever. And it looked like it was going to rain.
The last thing I wanted was to be on the run and be caught in a downpour.
I began to walk faster, to breathe in shallow gasps. I clutched at my necklace, that accursed necklace. It was the reason I was in the position I was; the reason I was running for my life.
I drew my long coat in closer, wishing I could disappear. Every face I passed was a threat, every stranger an enemy.
An enemy who knew this city better than I.
Someone who could corner me, render me helpless.
My eyes darted this way and that as I crossed the street in the middle of a grey pack. As I turned the corner, I saw them: Two dark men scanning every face for a glimpse of mine.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. The vulnerability, the fear, the anguish, the hate, overwhelmed me.