Chapter Twenty
The colonists arrived slowly. They wandered into the remains of the stadium as if they just happened to be passing by and had decided to find out what was happening inside.
“Inside” was a stretch of the imagination, Ethan mused as he waited for the crowd to gather.
The stadium had received the full onslaught of the aliens’ attack. Charred struts sticking up from mud was all that was left of the place. But the circular shape of the former structure was identifiable, and all the Gens and Woken knew the site. Not that their associations would be positive—the Natural Movement had detonated a bomb there, and it had been at the stadium that the Guardians had first been used as a tool of control—but Ethan hadn’t been able to think of a better place for the task he had in mind.
