6
Mr. Webb stood at the edge of the roof, leaning over the street below. It was not a tall building, but there was a strong breeze and the cool wind felt good on his face. The wind was sweet, carrying the stink of the city and the noise of its cars and people. He could hear the sirens and voices of millions, so loud compared to the voices of his people below.
It was late and the shadowed rooftop was dark enough to hide him and this meeting, but still it was a risk. Worth it though, so he could see and feel the upper city again. He needed this inspiration to help him prepare to lead his people to the surface again. He would live in this world once again.
Coth stepped out of the shadows behind him, three other of Webb’s personal guard stood off to the side. They gave him solitude w
