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When the warriors surged over the wall, there were cheers in the plaza. When a few fell to the snipers, the crowd cried out, some shouting indecipherable insults. And when the warriors approached Porello’s welcoming committee there was applause.
The sound died in an instant when the warriors demolished the residents. Porello froze, his rigid smile at odds with his wide, disbelieving eyes.
Erinya had already rolled off Genna, had already found her feet. Now, as the warriors left those broken bodies behind, and as the soft rush of indrawn breath seemed to move air from the stage itself, she stepped forward and lifted her shoulders. She raised a hand, pointed to the screens.
“That’s what your so-called saviours think of you,” Erinya said—and the men at the tech desk must have
