A vaulted ceiling of skylights stretched over the concourse of the Liverpool Street tube station, allowing the sun to cast golden rays down on white floor tiles with lines of gray that formed boxes. Stores in either wall of the massive two-story station were open, offering fast food or candy or pharmaceutical to the people that milled about. And there were people. Several hundred, by Anna"s estimate. This place was just as busy as Station Twelve on a particularly hectic day.
wereAnna walked along in a pair of beige pants and a dark blue t-shirt with a diamond pattern on the neckline. Her red hair was tied up in a nubby ponytail. “I need you to send the security camera footage to Station Twelve,” she said. “I"d like our people to go over it with facial recognition software.”
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