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Gunfire was being exchanged on the street as if the city had fallen into civil war. The few people still at home—retirees and the unfortunates who had taken an RDO, had been contacted in time and were now hiding behind the thick brick walls of their houses, under beds, in closets or at the furthest part of their large backyards. The whole suburb and its surrounding suburbs had been shut down. Everything was shut down—electricity, gas, and water.
Schools had kept their children indoors and were surrounded by police. The army was arriving in waves. It had taken the director one call to achieve this—one call to the Keep. This call didn’t go to one person. He didn’t even have to say anything. Tap had alerted all authorities and all the director had to do was call the Deadline direct from
