Halverson stood on his cot looking down at the compound. It was the morning after the riots. He had no idea what happened but had heard the shooting and hoped more than a little he would see white-armored UEF troopers storm into the complex. But no troopers came, and in the morning it was quiet. He sat down on the bunk, his stomach growling hunger while he rubbed it absently. There had been no food since the morning before.
Toward noon he heard shouting down below. Men were there with rifles Ð Revolutionary Guards Ð more on the roof of the building across the way. All wore a red scarf around their necks. He knew this meant they were in the New Order, a strange religion out here in Auriga, and he remembered seeing a memo with background on the movement in the data stick he had gott
