From his office on the 48th floor, Govad read the reports.  They were not good news.  He was looking at a situation so outlandish, so downright impossible, that he didn’t even have the barest bones of a response for it.  To make matters worse, he could not get ahold of his superiors for instructions.  It was like the entire Board of Directors took a vacation at once.  Things like this didn’t happen in The City.  But he was Director of Mass Transit, and this was what they paid him to do.  He called up the messaging system and began typing.

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