Inside, the Black Angels were playing. Inside, was Paula Asgard. A lot had happened in the last two weeks. Tremaine’s story had gone out over the nets, and for the next several days the city was in turmoil. Huge crowds of protesters had surrounded City Hall and kept city officials from leaving for a day and a half, until the police and National Guard had broken through. Someone launched two rockets into New Hong Kong’s headquarters in the Financial District, killing over thirty people and injuring hundreds. Small localized riots erupted throughout the city, most followed by large-scale looting and burning of cars and buildings. New Hong Kong suspended flights from Hunter’s Point. The day Tremaine’s story broke over the nets, the mayor disappeared. There was a wild scene out at Hunter’s Point, crowds at the gates being fought off by security forces. The mayor, in his limousine, forced his way through the crowd and the first gates, wanting to board the last ship to New Hong Kong.
