They ran into a riot.
Lina had used the word before in that sort of semi-ironic way that she used a lot of words. It meant people were complaining or people really wanted that TV.
This was an as-seen-on-TV genuine screaming riot.
Nobody was breaking windows, sure, but that’s because there were no windows. The amphitheater was this great (normally) natural bowl-shaped formation that opened to a waterfall in the back and the lake on the left. It had three bottleneck entrances and, at the moment, it looked like the guards were trying to keep people from leaving, so nobody tried to stop Lina and Jackson from entering.
She wasn’t quite sure why they did, but even as she had that thought she pulled up a shield in front of them. “What the – what the hell?”
She couldn’t be heard over the shouting. She could barely hear herself over the yelling.
She grabbed someone who was carrying a third of a broken lawn chair. “What’s going on?” Continue reading