The City’s lifeblood was the Metro.  From the Underground to the L-Trains.  Elites might be able to afford cars and drivers, but Citizens and and Daytrippers alike had to ride transit.  They ran from every corner of The City.  Sandra had taken one from her shoebox apartment to her Midas Corp Office every day.  Until they unjustly fired her.  But what could she do?  Midas was a power unto themselves here.  She was despondent.  Until he appeared.  He gave her the key and told her how to fight back.  His smile was so understanding.  Today, the trains would stop.