Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rabia
Rabia stood in the empty store. Her store, or at least her space. It was on the top level of the mall, the last one on the end, apparently not prime retail space as it had been empty before the plague hit.
It was perfect. She had no weapons, no mirrors, but those were just nice extras and she could probably scare up the mirrors. The important thing was she had space, more than enough space to have two dozen students at a time all whirling and kicking. Not that she felt remotely qualified to teach, but she didn’t think the students she was likely to get would mind much.
She could screen off one corner to make her own little sleep space. That’s what the other Barnacle Towners were doing. The Corporate employees that came to speak, one after another via hologram,
