Chapter Thirty-Three
February 2, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, En Route to Shadow Zone
“It’s strange how things never change,” Jia commented from the passenger seat of the MX 60.
The air thickened and darkened as the flitter descended, marking a natural barrier between the Zone and Uptown. She always noticed it. It didn’t matter how many times they came there, but she wondered if the Shadow Zone residents perceived it anymore. To them, polluted air was just their daily existence.
“What doesn’t change?” Erik asked.
“We’re not police officers anymore,” Jia pointed out. “Let alone members of the Shadow Zone Task Force, but we can enter the Zone because of special permission granted to Cassandra Security.” She chuckled. “A fake company with fake employees and fake records.”
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