“Not Denver Colorado!” Vana cried, “They murdered Edward Davidson, and his wife and three-year-old daughter too!”

“What shall I tell the Sheriff?” Anna asked.

“Hang up”.

John had been formulating a relocation plan since his spamming scheme backfired 4 months ago. His network was unraveling. His Russian contact, Vardan Kushnir, was recently murdered and the other, Oleg Nikolaenko, was arrested in Vegas and awaiting trial in Milwaukee.

He and his “daughters” have no other choice but to go underground; into hiding. The first step was to get out of here. They needed some time to get into passable disguises so they could get out of this vast city. “Girl’s, it’s time to start closing up shop, for good, got it?” All three jumped into action.

An instant message flashed on the terminal: escape-ambulance- nearby-create a reason-FIRM

It’s for our own good John Holland said to himself as he launched a can of Spam Lite at Lana. The girl’s scream’s quieted the crowd’s as a siren’s wail responded in record time.