“Where’s the rest of it?!” they all shouted. Or at least I think that’s what they were shouting, give or take.
We, the nuns and the monks, pointed at the building in front of us. “The government has the rest!” shouted Milo in Cureal.
The mobs paused and stared at the building. Suffice it to say, it was a very brief pause. In other words, seconds later, we, at last, had our needed diversion.
The building parted. The guards rushed out to see what the commotion was. They weren’t prepared for the entirety of the city to be there. Which is to say, they weren’t prepared for the influx, the flood of them, all of them shouting at full voice, hungry, it seemed, for anything other than paste.
The noise was very nearly deafening, like a tsunami rushing over you. I covered my ears. My eyes, of cou
