Orders GivenBremen called up an emergency vehicle from the police pool. He waited for it outside, smoking the first cigarette of the day. The evidence of last night's disturbances was everywhere. Shattered glass, broken doors, blast marks on the road, smoke drifting from a hundred fires. He couldn't remember the last time violence had come so close to his own home. Perhaps he should leave, move out of the city. Wishful thinking. He threw his cigarette away as the hovercar wheezed alongside and he clambered inside. The onboard computer greeted him, a soft, lilting voice, far more smoky and sexy than his own vehicle's. He sat back, and told it where to go.
The drive over to the police headquarters was unusually quiet. The suburbs were empty of anyone moving. All along the streets, amongst t
