The Shot
New lights blazed from the Plaza buildings, directed at the eyes of anyone coming from the road. Between the fireworks, the lights, and the shooting, the scene was chaos. The noise among the rocks was deafening.
Men fell on both sides as I crept along, keeping myself below the outer wall’s view-ports. When I was almost to Sawbuck’s men, I saw another large gap in the outer wall, large enough for men to pass through. Then the shooting on the Plaza side fell silent.
With the light in their faces, the men couldn’t tell what was happening. But from where I hid in the shadows, I could see everything.
In the wild, flickering lights of the fireworks, Maria Athena Spade rose from behind the rubble, as if lifted up from below. She wore a hood and cloak like mine. A dark headband went a
