Ben was the last one out before CPD headquarters melted down, or whatever happened to it.  They were only a handful of survivors, with a few more strung out through all The City.  He knew it wasn’t enough, but he asked anyway.  “What do we do now?”
“We’ll do what the Commissioner asked us to,” Connie said.  “We’re going to have a talk with the Midas CEO at his little beach house.”  They were able to fit in one of the swat vans that escaped the overload.  She started it up, and they slowly rolled their way towards the bay.

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