Several private enforcers were tasked with maintaining order, shooing away anyone foolish enough to get in the way. At the end of the line, a man squatted on the ground, desperately waiting for his turn as electric sparks began to emanate from his head to his feet, as if he might not last much longer.
More people waited to commute by light rail, each with their own reasons for not wishing to go to the upper-level waiting room, impatiently anticipating the train's arrival while keeping a close eye on their personal belongings.
Like a sticky sea of gel, Lu Jing thought hazily, most people.
"Where's the enemy!" Elite Soldiers bellowed, patrolling back and forth on the platform beside the tracks, shouldering guns. They were accompanied by Nestor Defense Force Soldiers clad in black heavy armor and full-enclosure helmets, gripping "Snake" model main battle rifles.
Their arrival pierced through the gel-like crowd like a sharp knife, deterring potential criminals.
