“Leave?” Innate said. “Have you seen what is going on in the city?” Wax nodded. “I—” “Labor strikes,” Innate continued as if he hadn’t heard Wax. “Food prices skyrocketing. Too many men from one job out of work, too many from another demanding to be treated better. Rusts, there are practically riots in the streets, man! And the scandal. I can’t leave. My career would be over.” “Better than your life being over.”
