The down side didn’t work. I wondered why but kept silent.
There were men with guns. Hard looking men. They didn’t seem the talking type.
Surely there would be someone on the upper level to explain. We were citizens and as such, deserved an explanation.
The escalator carried us up to where we slotted into lines. More hard-eyed, gun carrying men lined the walls.
Haz-mat suited figures scanned those at the head of the lines. They parted the subjects left and right.
A man screamed and ran. A dozen rifles appeared before him. He wept and parted to the left.
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