Chapter Eight
Vamoose
Alex stands on the rooftop gazing up at the Grandidierite sky; green flashes spread across cosmic clouds, bouncing back an aurora of neon lights. He holds a zoom-scope to his eyes. The word scanning appears across the lens as he pans over the river, watching a robot cop patrol glide past. He sees their laser guns ready for action. The cops patrol the borders of Manhattan; flybys occur every two to three minutes, creating a constant watchful loop. He pans down toward the Brooklyn Aero-Bridge, seeing an army of heavily armed robots standing at attention.
“There’s no way you’ll get across that river into the city without being seen,” says Mike behind him.
“Are you all out of your minds?” asks Paula. “This is crazy. How can you even think of going on such a suicide mi
