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Using a fire escape to descend to a side street across from the old man’s home, Sebastian kept to the shadows. No one loitered outside the buildings, but then anyone who had seen or heard the Heads’s dogs, those who wore the uniform of the quasi-government’s military, wouldn’t bother to make an appearance. Nothing good came from being known. And now he was.
Stepping around smoldering pieces of debris, he entered the building through the gaping hole that used to be a door. The smoke, still thick in the lobby, made him cough. Moving quickly to the ninth floor, then using the service elevator to reach the top, he cautiously stepped out. The voices from the videos continued to hum. Without the drones, the soft white and yellow light from the computers spread over desks and chairs. The bott
