New Gotham—November 13, 2105
New Gotham—November 13, 2105Tupperman was sick at heart.
He marched through the netherzones of New Gotham, not really seeing the people around him. The underground level used by commuters was darker than usual, a result of electricity rations, but the dim light suited Tupperman’s mood perfectly.
Three more dead.
Eighteen so far.
The ranks of the Watchful Host were being culled. Worse, Tupperman feared it was his fault. He had not only been the one to persuade so many of the angelic host to shed their wings and join the fight to save humanity, but he’d supplied the intelligence that had led to this particular raid on the hidden headquarters of the Brotherhood.
He’d never expected his own brethren to be killed in this realm. He’d never expected them to be t
