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Chad stood still and wondered just how crazy Tanya might be. If he’d ever thought there was anyone like her, she’d just erased that.
They stood side by side atop the highest end of the big outdoor escalator that connected Comuna 13 to the city below. It wasn’t actually a single escalator, but rather six segments, each one five-stories high and interconnected by colorful little plazas.
But they weren’t on the escalator, but rather on the roof over it. There were no sides, just a roof for the days it rained—open-air travel. Each segment was covered by its own simple roof. Steel box girders half-a-meter square were painted a dark red—and punched with a thousand little holes to make them both decorative and lighter weight—creating the edges of the roof. Down the middle was a wide expanse
