Citizen Hill
Citizen walked up to the dinner stand where a line of people had formed on the sidewalk, looking for a last-minute meal.
Two surveillance drones came down the street in her direction.
She needed a crowd to hide in. She stood in line like everyone else, keeping a couple of bodies in between her and the two drones flying by.
Her hood remained up, although most others had them down. She had heard about the new hood regulation in passing but had yet to see the message on the telescreens. She would have to get rid of her hood or get inside quickly.
It had been a long day in Sector 8 today. She had freed a total of eleven more people and eliminated three squads of soldiers.
The drones took their time scanning the faces and silhouettes of everyone they could. That pesky emotion of fear crept up into Citizen's spine again, making her uneasy.
Some fine hairs on the back of her neck seemed to stand up.
Well, that's a new sensation - an unwelcome one at that.