The store-front windows of shops to his right looked in on small cafes, clothing shops and the first-floor of what Earthers considered to be an office. One glance made him hiss in contempt. From what little he could see through the tinted glass, they kept their employees trapped in little boxes.
He continued up the street.
The cars on his left – each one oriented so that it was driving into the distance behind him – had formed a queue, and now there was quite a bit of cursing from one man who drove with his window open. Glin tried to ignore it. He had absolutely no interest in hearing one fool shout at the man in front of-
Something twisted spacetime.
He felt it like a wrongness off to his left, and as he turned to see who had caused the disruption, he caught sight of a man in black le
