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In the plaza, a few screens focused on Porello as he continued to spread his p********a, but others showed views of the glass. When those feeds exploded into static a cheer erupted—Genna couldn’t hear it, but she looked from her office window to see arms raised, residents leaping into the air. On the stage Porello beamed, waving his arms.
She ran from the office, down the stairs. She held a screen in one hand, scanning for updates, filtering truth from rumours. She focused, analysed on the fly, understood the situation.
The outer layer of glass was shattered, only the inner layer protecting the Dome. There were no outer defences. Eye feeds were severed.
And the people in the plaza celebrated.
She called up Aleph’s contact, switched to audio.
“Aleph.”
“Here.” Her voice w
