“Any law enforcement here?” Amina asked as they started to walk through the Elfin Forest Recreational Reserve. She looked down at a mini-tablet in her hands. It displayed a topographic map. “Looks like The Tear is a mile ahead.”
“No police presence to speak of,” Azura said, his Iranian accent thick in each word. “A relief for us all.”
Cyrus could only agree. A black man, black trans woman, Puetro Rican and Persian walking around armed might as well be a neon sign for police saying “Please shoot me at your earliest convenience”. The one white guy they had in Rowen wouldn’t be enough to stop that. They’d need about two more to have any impact. Cyrus felt a deep cynicism in saying those words, but leading the Dimensional Expedition Unit taught him far harsher realities required acceptance.