Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume8 Chapter1
Chapter 1: I’m Sick of Running – Break_Through_MCV.
Part 1
HsMCV-08 Predator Octopus
Class: Next Generation Mobile Combat Vehicle
Crew: 4 (but can be 0 while controlled remotely or used as a drone)
Measurements: 10m long, 2.8m wide, 3m tall (not counting antennae)
Weight: 20 tons (not counting ammunition, fuel, crew, and additional armor)
Max Speed: 250km/h
Max Climbable Slope: 60 degrees (varies based on slope conditions such as moisture or ice)
Engine: Diesel engine with electrical assistance
Drive Method: 4-wheel and 8-wheel drive modes. Front 4 and rear 4 wheels can be turned independently
Sensors: Anti-personnel, anti-air, and anti-vehicle multipurpose microwave radar, facial recognition and object search using optical imagery, IR detection, audio detection, and laser range finding. Also includes detection and countermeasures to locks of same types
C4I Communications: midrange ground radio, close and midrange IR laser, close range ultrasound, high-speed satellite communication. Combined, these methods provide a baselevel equivalent to a front line communications base.
Armaments: 120mm tank gun (can use various shells as well as launch anti-ground and anti-air drones), 40mm auto grenade launcher, 12.7mm heavy machinegun.
Defenses: multipurpose smoke emitter, anti-missile metal net launcher, auto attitude angling program to reduce damage when hit
“Huh, that’s a weird thing to see parked here. Stopping for lunch maybe?”
Hamazura Shiage, a delinquent boy wrapped in plenty of gauze and bandages, made that comment in front of a large discount store that was open for business so soon after New Year’s. But since this was District 12, the floor above it seemed to contain a shrine or church or something.
The dark gray 8-wheel vehicle designed for urban warfare wasn’t something you normally saw while walking around town, but fire trucks and ambulances would also stop by convenience stores for food when there was no emergency to respond to. You would sometimes see photos of it people had posted on social media.
Takitsubo Rikou tilted her head in her pink track suit.
“Probably part of the martial law they talked about on the emergency message sent to our phones. Remember when they beeped like they do before an earthquake?”
“Martial law. You can’t be serious. Surely it’s only training and they forgot to check the right box or something. Y’know, one of those false alarms where they don’t even give you any free gems to apologize. But now that you mention it, the convenience stores and supermarkets do all have their shutters down. I thought they were just closed for the holiday, but maybe not. This could be bad…”
“At least you’re out of the hospital. If you had been there any longer, they might have shut you inside in the name of protecting the sick and injured.”
Those two were only all the way in District 12 because they wanted to avoid the crowds at the few stores that were still open among all the closed shutters. But what if that wasn’t people after holiday sales and were actually buying up what they could before everything shut down?
Meanwhile, Takitsubo Rikou spoke to him with her usual blank look.
“We’ll be fine as long as the global search engine and that penguin logo discount store are still open for business. The Earth isn’t in danger yet.”
“I hope you’re right…”
With the deep rumble of diesel engines, a convoy of military vehicles drove past them. Another of the 8-wheel armored vehicles was in the lead, a trio of military trucks carrying materiel and ammo followed, and an anti-air tank with a radar and two humongous autocannons took up the rear. What were they planning to fight?
Takitsubo didn’t seem to mind as she removed one of the plastic baskets by the entrance and placed it in the cart.
“The others said they were sick of New Year’s food, didn’t they? So how about we have roast beef tonight?”
“I’m pretty sure Mugino and Kinuhata meant they don’t want any more fancy food, not just the Japanese kind. I bet they’d love it if we made curry udon.”
“Or a rice bowl? Okay, how about we make roast beef bowls as a compromise.”
“Wow, it’s the exact same ingredient, but it sounds way cheaper now!!”
Part 2
The aisles were cramped.
Kamijou was already feeling loopy from the theme song being played ad nauseam.
He held a shopping basket as he ventured into a modern dungeon packed full of every sort of product: food, cosmetics, toys, video games, camping goods, and even bicycles.
He stared at the boxes of masks stacked up by the entrance.
“Is the flu going around or something?”
Discount stores – especially the entrance area – could be used as a scientific form of divination. The in-season items they hoped to sell the most would be shoved to the front, reflecting the current trends.
Aradia picked up a box of over-the-counter cold medicine from a stacked pyramid of them.
“These colorful capsules are supposed to be medicine? Really, Academy City’s love of strange chemicals knows no end. These kinds of problems are for your local villagers and witches, not some scientist up in his ivory tower.”
“Hold on, Aradia. You aren’t seriously saying all-natural medicines made from tree roots or whatever have no side effects and you can’t overdose on them, are you? Ugh, that stuff is so gross.”
“You don’t have to look away when you say that. And come to think of it, didn’t that little god say you bought that sturdy foreign duct tape at a discount store? Hee hee hee. Oh, don’t worry. I’m not bringing that up for any particular reason. I’m only stating a fact, so I’m not going to hurt you or anything.”
Was he imagining it or was there a burning fire behind her dark expression?
It was just like a discount store to lazily be pushing ordinary cold medicine when it was the flu going around. And some of the masks in the clearance section were for sports and may not have done much at all to prevent the spread of disease.
Meanwhile, little wicked woman Anna was focused on something else entirely.
The bare-skin girl(?) who probably never caught a cold or the flu spoke up.
“All the alcoholic drinks have been moved to the back and locked up. Is that because of the martial law?”
That wasn’t something a high school boy like Kamijou paid much attention to.
Would people cause trouble because they were drinking or because they had been denied their drinks?
“This is awfully ironic.”
“What is?” Aradia tilted her head.
It was January 3 and Board Chairman Accelerator had apparently declared martial law across Academy City. Or so they were saying on the show displayed on all of the TVs advertised at their holiday sale prices. The given reason was to bring a swift end to a battle that had broken out at a foreign consulate, but Kamijou knew it was so they could hunt down his group (or Anna really).
“Fool. This shop is still open with martial law declared. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“The time will come when we can’t buy food and water?” asked Kamijou in shock.
Little Anna grinned.
“We’re on the run, remember? It’s too late to search out supplies once we need them. Our 8-wheel vehicle has plenty of horsepower, so it couldn’t hurt to stock up. Unless you want to risk your life for a cup of water later on, I recommend buying thrice the supplies you would consider the bare minimum. So for now, two or three days’ worth?”
Thanks to the martial law, no one would question the tanks and armored trucks driving down the streets or the unmanned attack helicopters and self-destruct attack drones flying through the sky.
“Damn. Does that bastard have to be taking his board chairman job so seriously?”
“He’s assumed the mantle well – including the part where he makes stupid decisions,” said Anna. “Hee hee. Anyone who sits in the executive seat seems to end up thinking the same way.”
Yes, this also meant that no one paid any real attention to the Predator Octopus that Kamijou’s group was driving around. No one reported it or tried to stop them.
It didn’t matter how much firepower someone had if they couldn’t locate their target. What could you call that but ironic?
Ideally, they would make their way to District 15 right away.
If Academy City learned of the Bridge Builders Cabal’s plans and that Anna was in the unique position to stop it, they might decide they needed her.
(Sigh. Down blankets and microwaves. They really sell everything here. Can’t I just live here? Are pets and other living animals the only thing they don’t have?)
Kamijou amused himself by checking out some colorful clothing cases that probably weren’t as useful as they looked. Maybe he just needed something to distract him from the fact that they were on the run.
But while the pointy haired boy entered old man mode, something concerning was underway behind him.
“Anna, you look much too conspicuous for someone on the run. Shouldn’t you wear actual clothing instead of holding that cloth up to your chest? Your butt could use covering.”
“You’re one to talk when it comes to clothing, bare navel bikini witch. And is it scored for easy tearing? Hoping someone will rip it off of you?”
Kamijou’s smile remained but a tear trickled from the corner of his eye.
Before they even addressing how much skin their clothing covered, he really wished they would note the fact that both of them were walking around barefoot in the frigid January weather. Thanks to the diagonal slash Aradia had received from a certain butler, her already revealing bikini had been hastily repaired with thread and needle. That looked 100 times more precarious than an ordinary bikini knot.
He was doing his best to pretend he didn’t know them, but he too was making a pretty wild fashion statement with his coat’s missing right sleeve. You could call it Kanzaki style.
But he couldn’t run away from reality.
So he turned around.
“Are you sure we don’t need a cart?”
“Stick to the one basket, fool. If you don’t set an upper limit for yourself, you’ll start shoving everything you see into the cart. Like this stamp-sized mobile router. It looks interesting, but how would we even use it?”
Small Anna was right.
Discount stores were experts at using the low prices to fuel impulse buying, so it was best to assume an amateur like him couldn’t fight it. The store had experts in psychology and economics on their side, so the vague feelings of an individual could never win.
“What about you, Aradia? Kamijou-san is a little overwhelmed by the wide variety of stuff they have here.”
“There’s a lot I want, but food should probably be our priority. …What is this long, angular bar? Ew, what kind of meat even is it?”
“It’s just chicken!! They gather up all the small pieces left on the bone and press it together for an economical food! Why does it scare you so much, Aradia!?”
The nature-loving forest witch goddess kept her distance from the block of meat that couldn’t look more processed if it tried.
“We want a quick source of nutrition, so…how about bananas? But raw ones don’t keep for long, so the chips might be best. Honey, nuts, and dried fruit sound like good options too.”
Was there any hidden meaning in that or not? She was probably focused on foods that would keep, but that lineup sounded like it would make you thirsty. And were banana chips really that nutritious? Kamijou had always thought they were junk food.
(Do they sell minifridges here? They do have microwaves.)
Kamijou took a bunch of stuff from the shelves and stuck it in the basket. With three of them, the basket was getting pretty full after a few minutes. Especially when cooking wouldn’t be an option. Also, not being poor was a wonderful thing. Running around Shibuya while being killed repeatedly by Aradia had been worth it. He did wish she would apologize at least once, though.
“What about water? Should we buy some?”
“There was a 50 liter tank in the vehicle. And try to picture our entire daily routine. We’ll need water for washing our faces and bathing.”
“Ugh, then will we have to buy toothbrushes too? Oh, god. I have all this stuff back at my dorm, so this is all wasted money! This is worse than accidentally buying a manga volume you already own. Can’t we stop by my dorm real quick? I know all this stuff is already there!”
“You know we can’t, fool. They will absolutely be watching it. Do you want to die?”
This was all Anna’s fault, so why was she being so condescending about it?
Kamijou wasn’t about to give up yet, so he looked elsewhere while trembling.
“Oh, they’re selling fukubukuro.”
“What are those? Giant fortune cookies?”
“Fool and country witch, don’t even think about it because no one bag will have everything you want. Remember, these are an assortment of unsold products at an already super-cheap discount store. Besides, Mr. Misfortune here has a solid 0% chance of choosing a good one.”
Aradia gently placed an arm around the shoulders of the boy who thought he was going to cry if this kept up.
Anyway, he never imagined he would be carrying a shopping basket and checking out the fresh foods and daily necessities sections while chatting with a witch goddess. Since she had quite literally killed him in Shibuya on December 31, it really did prove how strange life could be.
Aradia herself picked up some body soap and skeptically read the back of the bottle.
“It’s not just the food – everything in Academy City is creepy. What is this collection of chemicals? How do you even use it?”
Kamijou wondered how you could even make soap without chemically processing oil in some way.
“It’s quick-drying body soap,” he explained. “You rub it into your skin, wait a bit for it to bring up all the filth, and then peel it off. It’s popular with poor students who can’t even afford to fill their tub with water.”
“We also need new clothes for you. Who tore off your right sleeve anyway?”
“You and Anna need new clothes more than I do. Why are you both showing off so much skin for free? At this point, it should definitely be behind the paywall. And were you unaware that January is midwinter in the Northern Hemis- ow!? Stop kicking me, Anna!”
And so they also checked out a section across the store from the food.
They wanted a new coat for Kamijou, but there were plenty of other useful items like an electric heater and a collapsible bed. But if they started buying everything, the contents of his wallet would quickly run out, so Kamijou had to fight the urge.
Then he felt a tug on his sleeve.
He looked down to see Anna Sprengel holding something. It appeared to be a video game box. Her small size made it look like a little sister begging her big brother for a game, but then he saw the title: Jiggly☆Witch Trial.
“(Hey, hey. This says it’s a touchscreen game where you capture witches hidden around the city and reveal their identity using some lewd interrogation techniques. Is this part of the retro game rerelease boom? It’s been marked down a lot, so it’s a great price. Let’s buy it, fool. Hee hee. Japan really is a crazy country.)”
“(Do you wicked women have a sixth sense for stuff like this!? No, we aren’t buying that! Aradia would explode! And in a way that left my bones and organs visible! This isn’t the time for jiggly stuff!!)
“(Read between the lines, fool. That’s what I want to happen. Specifically, I want to see her kick you in the balls so hard it lifts you 2cm from the ground. Oh, now look what you made me say. How embarrassing.)”
“You trying to be tsundere works so poorly it’s triggering a bunch of unheard-of errors in my brain.”
Maybe discount stores had a little too much variety.
A short distance from Kamijou and Anna’s whispered conversation, Aradia (who was back in full Transcendent mode with her feet freed from the duct tape) was viewing a different product on the wall. She would likely grab Kamijou’s hair and rip his head from his body like a vegetable from the ground if she found out what he and Anna were discussing, so what had her so preoccupied?
(A picture book?)
“The Little Mermaid… Oh, what a tragic story. The sea witch gave the sheltered mermaid exactly what she wanted and even rooted for her, but everyone treats her like some kind of troublemaker!!”
“Are you sure that’s the tragedy of the story!? Are you sure it isn’t the princess who turns to foam!?”
After calming down the witch goddess who was trembling with her hands over her mouth, they continued shopping. At Aradia’s request, they put a few rolls of fabric in the basket. What was she going to use them for?
Even after their shopping was complete, they couldn’t let their guard down. The checkout area was loaded with traps.
“I want a roasted potato.”
“Do you go for any kind of natural food, Aradia?”
Kamijou Touma’s poor life was over. He had the results of his year-end job. So he carried the shopping basket up to the college girl cashier without hesitation. However…
“Oh?”
Anna’s small foot kicked him in the shin.
He really hoped she didn’t make a habit of it because that little girl’s foot hurt like hell.
“No using your phone, fool. Pay with cash. Why is it even still powered on? Do you want to die?”
“?”
“Anything you do with your phone is recorded. Not counting my special model where I fully swapped out the chips inside.”
He didn’t understand any of that, but he decided it was worth listening to the little wicked woman since she had run a global IT company. He paid in cash as told and left with the products in shopping bags. The two enormous yellow bags were both crammed full. Was this what it felt like to be rich? There was a parking meter on the curb, but the vehicle parked there was a mobile combat vehicle that looked like a tank gun sitting atop an 8-wheel chassis.
Anna pointed elsewhere while holding her dress against her flat chest.
A very temporary-looking 10m metal tower rose up from a small park there.
“That’s a phone interception antenna tower. It can see any data moving to and from your phone.”
“Are you serious?”
“Martial law, remember? Your right to privacy goes right out the window.”
Kamijou panicked when a helicopter loudly passed by overhead, but it didn’t seem to have found them. Because they didn’t hear any sirens or phone alerts in the area. Several transport helicopters flew elsewhere while using thick cables to carry barricades made by arranging thick steel beams in an asterisk shape.
(Come to think of it, who makes Academy City’s defense weapons? I get the feeling they don’t contract out to an ordinary company, but does that actually make a profit?)
“Fool. Everything from the production to the deployment of Academy City’s weapons is done in the name of technological research. The funding is 100% tax based, which means their budget is effectively endless. And they also create downgraded versions they force onto the cooperative institutes around the world, so they never go in the red no matter how many they produce. Just by saying the weapons have been field tested in Academy City to ensure safety, they can take Anti-Skill’s old, worn-out weapons, remove the components they want to keep secret, and force those cooperative institutes to buy them for 3 times what they’re worth. Quite the economical display of recycling, don’t you think? Even more underhanded than calling yourself a religious corporation to avoid paying taxes.”
Could Anna rattle off all of that unpleasant trivia because she spent so much time online?
A blimp with a large screen drifted through the January sky. Even that scared Kamijou now. What if it started dropping bombs? After seeing all those tanks and armored trucks driving around, he had lost sight of what was possible or not.
The ecological city of spinning three-blade wind turbines felt like a stage backdrop now.
(And you could even say that we’re the ones who caused this.)
The one saving grace was that he was still confident he had done the right thing.
They put a coin in the parking meter and reentered the vehicle. That was a rare experience for a high schooler.
Aradia tore apart her own clothing.
She used the fabric she had bought to sew back up the part that had been temporarily fixed. She was quite handy.
“Silk dyed with hyssop and rosemary flowers… Why did they only sell mesh fabrics?”
“Those are probably ventilation fan covers designed to keep bugs out. Ones made without chemicals.”
Kamijou put on his new jacket.
“So what did you two buy?”
Aradia dug through the yellow bags and then grimaced.
She had the look of a mother disappointed in what her child had spent his allowance on.
“A jelly drink, a nutrient block, and cup noodles? Oh, no. You were aware the point was to buy enough food to get by because we don’t know when we’ll get another chance to shop, right?”
Kamijou had tried to choose things that were easy to eat and would keep, but the nature-loving, banana-obsessed woman did not approve. She viewed the contents of the yellow bags (advertised as made from plant materials) like they contained the mystery food from a dystopian SF movie.
“My selection is a lot healthier,” said Aradia.
“Ew, insect snacks!?” said Kamijou. “I’ve seen those for sale before, but I thought they were for people who lost a bet or for people to buy as a joke!”
“They’re a next-generation protein source. With this salted caramel flavor, it’s a lot like munching on popcorn.”
“…”
Kamijou had thought edible insects would be on the way out now that high-quality tofu meat was available, but it didn’t sound like Aradia had bought them just to freak him out. She made sure to remove her food from the bags to keep it separate.
He was worried about the dietary habits of this goddess who lived in the sacred forests of Europe. If she could reliably capture insects, he felt like she could use those as bait to catch fish.
“What’s that look for? Sigh, your Eastern culture weeps. This country has a wonderful culinary tradition of cooking insects like grasshoppers and hornet larvae. Your people stand at the forefront of the world there, so it would be a shame to let the tradition die.”
It was hard to tell if this goddess was extremely old-fashioned or cutting edge. And Aradia appeared to be the kind of person who relied on snacks and chips for nutrition when she was short on time. Like the messy young woman who ate snacks all day because she didn’t know how to cook.
“This stupid banana woman and her lewd outfit.”
“What was that you let slip just now?”
“Wait, no! I apologize, so please explain to me what you plan to do with that clenched fist, Transcendent! Good, Old Mary isn’t here now, so that’s t-t-terrifying!!”
Anyway.
She circled behind him and gave him a (gentle) two-handed noogie.
“Nweee? But, Anna, this 8-wheel vehicle really is conspicuous. There are people snapping photos with their phones.”
“Foolish fool. This thing weighs more than 20 tons, which is twice the weight of a dump truck. If we tried to hide it inside a turntable parking garage, it would break the elevator.”
Meanwhile, Anna didn’t seem to have an issue with chemicals. She even licked her lips as she grabbed a muscat flavor jelly drink. The weirdly alluring mannerisms on the young-looking body caused Kamijou’s brain to glitch a little.
He looked away, but that had him looking at Aradia who had ended the noogie, sat in the gunner’s seat, flipped her clasped hands around, and stretched them forward while her back trembled.
“Uhhh… I really am feeling weak. Is that cause I haven’t been getting much exercise?”
“Or maybe it’s just awkward being in such a cramped space?”
She gave Kamijou quite the depressing glare for that comment.
“No, I think it has more to do with being left wrapped up in duct tape for days on end. I’m just glad I don’t have any bedsores.”
What could he do but apologize?
An amplified voice outside made it through the thick armor.
It had to be absolutely deafening outside.
“Indefinite martial law has been declared for the entirety of Academy City. Please avoid heading out and remain in your dorm or home.”
The announcement was probably coming from the blimp’s screen and it repeated.
“Water, food, and other necessities will be supplied to you if you contact your dorm manager. Please remain calm and stay where you are.”
“They’re kidding, right? What dorm manager? I’ve never even seen an adult at my dorm. Being locked in the same building as a pretty young dorm manager in an apron sounds like heaven to me.”
“What makes you so sure the manager would be a young woman?”
What could he do but clear his throat and look away from Aradia?
Just like with the school doctor, it was about having dreams. But he got the feeling she would punch him square in the face if he said that out loud.
Aradia must have picked up on his adolescent fantasies because she frowned cautiously before speaking.
“Do they really expect a bunch of teenagers to stay indoors just because they say it’s dangerous outside? And who knows how long they can get away with it, but that discount store was open.”
Small Anna had her legs elegantly crossed up in the command seat while she messed with a monitor that could apparently pick up civilian frequencies in addition to the military ones. That meant it got TV and radio. The New Year’s holiday was winding down, so everything was returning to normal while the TV stations were still doing live variety shows. The set was still flooded with New Year’s props, but the entertainers were dressed normally now.
“Martial law might sound scary, but there is nothing to worry about. People were already staying home more due to the Kotatsu Syndrome, so will this even have that much of an effect?”
“Plus, it’s the holiday. Everyone’s exhausted from working so hard, so this is the perfect chance to relax at home☆”
“Also, the hospitals across the city have been asked to prepare for soldiers arriving as emergency patients. They have to reserve 40% of their beds for that, so everyone else is asked to refrain from visiting the hospital except in true emergencies. Your careless action could be a nuisance for our civil servants.”
Kamijou frowned.
Don’t go outside. Stay home. Don’t use the ordinary services. Being asked all that during winter break seemed like it would cause a lot of stress, but everyone on TV was reacting positively to the violation of people’s freedom. Or maybe it was more accurate to say any opposing views had been removed in advance.
“Fool, this is martial law.”
Anna Sprengel wagged her finger and gave a response he wasn’t sure really counted as an answer. He wasn’t sure what she had used since there was no remote, but she called up a TV guide.
Even Kamijou noticed something then. There should have been a few movies playing during the holiday, but all of the war and disaster movies had vanished from the schedule and were replaced by unusually long shopping shows.
And those ads were unusually cheerful.
“Have we got a New Year’s campaign for you! Every single roll is guaranteed an SSR or better and you earn 10 times – that’s right 10 times – the usual rate of magic gems, so make sure to pour all that XP into your favorite character. This is our New Year’s gift to you here at Samurai Street!!”
“That’s probably part of the plan to keep everyone inside,” said Anna. “Note that the event is nothing more than manipulating numbers.”
“?”
“The idea is to keep everyone glued to their tiny screens so they aren’t interested in going outside, fool. Instead of taking away the option, they give them a more attractive option. It’s a common tactic rulers use against people like you. And major campaigns from every company at once won’t raise any eyebrows during the holiday.”
Kamijou wasn’t sure if any of that was true, but he felt a chill when he saw the nasty grin on the face of that wicked woman who had created a global IT company and manipulated 7 billion people.
(The new board chairman must have put a lot of thought into this.)
Aradia didn’t seem too interested in the ordinary media because she started rummaging through the yellow discount store bags.
“We bought a lot, but did we think to buy a mirror?”
“Why not use the fool’s phone? The black screen works just like a mirror.”
“Stretchy, stretchy.”
Kamijou watched as the witch goddess looked into the mirror(?), placed her hands on her face, and began stretching her cheeks. Was that…a massage? This new discovery about a girl’s daily life was kind of surreal.
(Wait. That green light on the side of the screen doesn’t mean what I think it does, does it?)
“Is this recording? Why would you record someone in such an unguarded moment, you pervert!?”
It finally hit home to Kamijou (while receiving a much less gentle noogie this time) that he was living with girls here.
He got the feeling that sharing a single living space like this was going to cause many more problems.
“Anyway, fool, let’s review our situation.”
“Okay. We bought what you said we needed, so what now?”
Kamijou was released by the sexy and intellectual young woman, so he reached for the chocolate-flavored nutrient block he had bought.
It seemed the closest to a snack to him.
“We’re being directly pursued by three forces right now: Academy City, Aleister, and the Bridge Builders Cabal.”
If any of those three captured Anna Sprengel, or Kamijou and Aradia who were assisting her, they would be in serious trouble. For Anna in particular, there was a growing trend toward killing her instead of capturing her.
Given what Anna had done, Kamijou didn’t want to just let her go free either.
But that did not mean he was willing to let her die.
Would that ending really satisfy St. Germain, Helcalia, and Melzabeth?
“For now, we need to focus our attention on the Bridge Builders Cabal,” said Anna. “To do that, I would like to move from here in District 12 to District 15 where my magic database is hidden.”
“District 12 is on the easternmost end of the city and District 15 is to the west. We can’t pass through District 23 since it’s full of airfields and thus off limits. The shortest route would be to travel through Districts 6, 5, and 7.”
“But this is all in the same city, right? We aren’t talking about inland Australia where you have to travel dozens of kilometers of near-desert to find the next house. The trip shouldn’t take even an hour in the vehicle.”
Aradia had a point, but a convoy of tanks passed by just then, throwing an unhealthy-looking cloud of asphalt dust into the air.
End of preview. Full novel goes on sale May 10.
