Chapter II
The Battle for the Empire State
The airborne riot wagon sped between the ivy-covered fiber-metal skyscrapers, which had been erected atop historic Brooklyn Heights brownstones. Snapdragon inspected the buildings’ windows.
Autumn shook her head. “You aren’t going to see any n***d women.”
“That’s not what I’m looking for,” he replied as he scanned for nudity.
“It’s not your fault. You had your puberty.”
“Okay.” The boy openly scanned for nudity.
Sergeant Iris pressed her steering scepter to the right; the craft swiveled, caught a western wind and arced over the solar panels that lined the near shore of the East River. A red fire wagon shot past the left side of the craft, pulling twelve tanks of water behind it.
“Must be a big fire,” Snapdragon said to Autumn. “I hope they
