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I RAN AFTER THAYU, who was trying to cram more passengers into a mini bus that Nicha managed to start. She was yelling, waving her hands. “Sit on the floor. No, you sit on his lap! Now you, get in.” She was yelling in Coldi, but the people manage to get the gist of it anyway.
Nicha was working on one of the two remaining vehicles in the huge underground parking space. He had opened the hood and was using his reader to override the locking software. This sort of thing was handy, but it scared me at times. I preferred not to think about just how much of Earth’s technology was rigged with little Coldi bugs.
It was a truck with a container on the back. Several people were already in the cabin, and a couple of men had opened the back door to the container. It was full of boxes and they we
