“What do you mean, washed ashore?” I demanded, irritated. Just where were these lowlifes going anyway, to have capsized and been washed ashore?
“We… we were stowaways,” Cameron stammered, quailing as Euphie and I both trained our knives on him. “We bought our way out of the city because we needed to leave, and we boarded a boat. We were in the cargo hold when the boat hit something and started to sink, and we washed up here.”
“Wait. Why did you need to stowaway?” Yvonne cut in, looking baffled. She took a step closer, then took a step back, seeming to understand something. Perhaps we had come to the same conclusion. Regular people like us had no need of buying our way out of the city. If we wanted to go somewhere, all we had to do was to ensure that our passports were valid and buy a tic
