Both Quasimo and I advised against the move southward. But Elijah insisted. So the rest of the day we made our way out of the central district, and passed the night in a posh but deserted hotel.
Before we set out this morning Quasimo told us they would be on high alert since the explosion and surveillance would begin the minute we set foot in the southern sector.
Elijah said we would only be there long enough to deliver a message, then we would egress via his preferred route.
Thus, we ended up before an angry crowd and Elijah announced the continuation of the drought. Their anger boiled over.
But we disappeared before they could lay a hand on us.