Chapter 75
We headed toward the thick column of smoke and the occasional bursts of flame that now lit up the island sky. None of us said much as we moved, keeping to a brisk walking pace that toed the line between curiosity and basic survival instinct. The alleyways echoed with all kinds of loud voices, but there was surprisingly no screaming which you'd expect from a city under attack. There was no panic. No stampede. Just a weird sense of order in the chaos.
A group of Tanukatuans (Vorrak old us that was what they called themselves) rushed past us in perfect lines, running away from the blast site. Even the small children were efficient. One little girl, no older than six, bumped into Sim's leg, looked up with solemn eyes, and bowed deeply.
"Apologies, honorable stranger. Please submit your grievance if any to the Department of Public Courtesies within three business days." she said, with sincerity.
Then she sprinted off, braids flying behind her.
We stopped and stared.
