15. Weaponized Pity
Mina
The bus went west, so the Network could beg the Occupation guards to take the children across the barrier at the checkpoint closer to camp. It would be easier for them to vanish back into the forest afterward from there.
I went east, weaving through the backstreets, watching the Minotaurs and roving Sliver enforcers all rushing the opposite direction down the thoroughfares, on their way to head off my allies.
It was harder now to see the advantage of their movements than it had been in the abstract.
Harder to see, but hopefully no harder to take.
I mentally counted the weapons left in my bag, finding less encouragement than usual in that exercise.
One small mace canister, containing whatever dregs remained after what I’d used on the Shard-Robbie.
One aeroso
