In the eastern evacuation route of the Crescenda estate, the movement of people was steady and controlled.
They were completely conscious and were moving willingly; the only factor that was minimised in their bodily functions was fear.
And the plan seemed to work perfectly.
Darin stood along the edge of a fractured column as his gaze followed the movement of the crowd.
There was a pattern to it; everyone was told to maintain an equal distance.
Elyra stepped up beside him, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as she glanced at the passing line.
"You've been staring at them for a while now," she said quietly.
"Find something suspicious?"
Darin thought, looking at the flow of the people.
"I'm not sure… but something irks me," he said.
Ahead, Clara had already taken position along the path, directing a cluster of civilians past a narrowing turn between two structures.
Her posture was rigid, and she was signalling people with small gestures of her finger.
