Chapter Forty-Seven
April 23, 2231, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Private Hangar of the Argo
Jia frowned at the massive crowd gathered in the Shadow Zone. She was sitting on a crate, watching news coverage concerning the Prime Minister’s visit on her PNIU. Police, CID, and PSD agents were out in full force, as was the militia. The crowd shots of the dense fields of parked flitters made it clear that a lot of these visitors were not from the Zone. There was no way there were that many luxury flitters in the Zone unless everyone there was the head of a syndicate.
The crowds rankled Jia. She first thought it was about the security considerations before accepting something more fundamental was bugging her.
“Allowing tens of thousands of people into the Zone for a pointless ceremony pr
