It wasn't until later that Vera discovered stepping out with the car was a bad idea. The streets of District One were flooded with its residents, who had stepped out in large numbers for the Festival of Souls.
Not even the soldiers preaching isolation and evacuation were in sight. They were no match for the number of people out tonight.
"Get the fuck out of the way!" cursed the mercenary serving as her driver for this journey. He hooted relentlessly for the nth time, his patience dangerously reaching its limit.
But no amount of hooting could clear a path in a sea of excited people.
In the backseat, Vera sighed heavily. She asked, "How long would it take us to get there if we walked on foot?"
"Fifteen minutes," he said. "An extra five, tops."
