62: Brice
Brice
There was nothing Brice could do but wait.
More people arrived. Kaiahive—they joined those already at the gate. Some carried cases, all wore weapons. Soon there were ten, then twenty. They wore dark clothing, faces masked.
And there were more traces on the roof of the building. Lattices weren’t as strong up there, though.
Then the mob came.
Brice heard them before they appeared, heavy boots treating the streets. There were traces of lattices, but weak and altered, not pure Kaiahive.
Brice darted from the passage, raced along the side of the street, round the gentle bend. He saw the group now, a rough band of figures in mis-matched clothing. Some held guns, others wielded clubs and knives. Male and female, long hair and short, bulky and wiry.
They were led by a gro
