The crowd gave overwhelming assent to her message.
“We can’t fit them all up there,” Jerome whispered to her.
“Then tell me what else you want to do.”
Jerome searched her eyes, nodded, and told her.
Kaiya was smiling by the time he finished.
“Excellent,” she said.
“I want half of you to stay here,” Jerome announced to the crowd. “Anyone who can hold their own in a fight – a real fight – you stay. The rest of you, get the height. Three blocks should be enough. Whatever it takes, you get the height, and remember – everything is a weapon, if you use it that way.”
The crowd began to disperse, and shouting overtook the sound of distant rifle fire. Already fists banged on the doors nearest the town square, and protestors demanded the assistance they deserved. Kaiya grimaced at the dawning
