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“Move along, citizen,” one of the Grays orders

“Bullshit!” soround near the officers “Fuck you, tinmen!”

“Get her in”

“Slag you…” I hiss, resisting as the Watchon I feel like a child throwing a tantruone numb One of them pulls out a stunbaton

“Get in with your pants pissed Or get in without your pants pissed Comply, citizen”

Flinching, I step up into the bed of the flier and let theed old Pink with chattering black teeth and a drunk Obsidian with vo jacket My shackles clank as the netics lockat the shackles “Please Please don’t…” There’s shouts now outside The sound of sirens and

“Officers,” someone says on the street before they shut the doors A slioatee and a bad li

“I’irl’s a friend of mine”

“The pickpocket?” the older Watch crowd

“That’s a ripper!” The stranger laughs “If she’s a pickpocket, I’ht years We were out for a day on the town To take in the sights First stop was the Liberty Wing, then Hero Center—tedious, I know Wanted to show her a bit of eneration knows the sacrifices our kin made back in the day”

“Your past?” the old Watchman says “Were you a Son?”

The s as if embarrassed “We all do our part Worked the Watch first” The m out of the bowels of his nose and spits it at my feet His cracked teeth se I don’t understand His breath smells like a Flush tube Meanwhile, the Grays rattle at each other in o while I watch on, utterly lost

“What cohort?” one of the Watchmen asks

“Cohors XV”

“Serenia Center?”