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DAY 37
The sky was cloudy over a narrow street lined with squat buildings of red or gray brick. Nearly a thousand people filled the road from curb to curb. Most were workers, but Melissa spotted a few military officers in uniform. It was hot and muggy. And being in this crowd didn’t help matters.
Melissa wore brown work pants and a beige blouse with the sleeves rolled up. A billed beret – or something very much like it – completed the ensemble. Hopefully, she would look like just another disgruntled factory girl. She didn’t want anyone pegging her as a threat until she was running through the corridors of City Hall. At that point, there would be no avoiding it.
Bryse stood at her side with his hand hovering over his holstered pistol. Like her, he wore simple workman’s clothing. “Jam
