Killing is a part of nature, killing is a part of survival. Those who kill, survive. Those who survive, propagate. We have survived, and therefore, we are all born with the same set of genes. We are all murderers. -Tell, Adran L. "Murder is our Blood." The New Yorker, Dec 18, 2016. http://NYT.com/2016/18 The center of Haven was illuminated with five large lamps casting five burnishing ellipses into the strange, glinty, crystalline earth. Around Haven's center were ruins. Stacked and broken stones that felt like he was a spectator in a Roman Gladiator arena. Jay stifled a cough from within the concrete recess that hid him. The Enforcers had come into Haven's center in tight formation, guns searching and pausing with practiced rhythm. The Chief Enforcer was in their middle and he pointed, called out orders. The spaces immediately received tripletted shots. Warnings. One sparked light near Jay's hiding place. But he didn't move, and neither did anyone else.
