"He is hoarding the crates in the trucks."
A starving man in a torn business suit pointed a filthy finger at the municipal convoy.
The hollow predatory eyes of the mob shifted away from the impenetrable titanium gates. They locked their hungry gaze onto Richard Mercer.
"He is holding out on us," a desperate mother screamed. "He is letting us starve while he stays warm."
The crowd surged forward like a pack of starving wolves. They abandoned their shovels and steel beams in the snow. They rushed the snow crawlers with feral desperation.
"Get down," Victor hissed.
Victor shoved Cynthia aside and dove face first into a deep snowdrift. Caroline screamed in terror and threw her battered body into the slush right behind him.
Heavy boots trampled over their ruined designer coats. The riot
