They arrived at nine fifty-eight.
Three people in a federal transport vehicle, discharged from the north facility under the same voluntary protocol that had applied to every other facility. Hunter was at Ren's apartment with the full network when the vehicle pulled up on Tessard Avenue. He went down alone. He had learned from the first arrival — Lena at the south rail yard gate — that the moment of stepping out of a vehicle after months in a facility was not a moment that needed an audience.
He stood on the pavement.
The first person out was a man in his late thirties. Broad build. He moved carefully, the specific caution of someone recalibrating their proprioception after extended confinement. He looked at the street and then at Hunter.
His name was Adjoa Mensah. No relation to Efua o
