The wails of the approaching Enforcers droned on in the distance. Sirens were an unfamiliar sound. In the Slums and the ghettos the Enforcers dealt with crime quickly and quietly. But in the GEM neighbourhood they made as much noise as possible. Crime was rare, but when it did happen they wanted ...
Mary. It was meant to be. The doors swing open and we enter the ward. It greets us with an open plan waiting area with sofas, magazines, and potted plants. On the left there’s a neat reception desk with a pleasant looking receptionist, sitting uprig...