This was April the fifteenth, reader, a day the world will wear black if we live to see another April. It was Tully who found the news first. “They just indicted all of you.” “My whole bash’?” Sniper asked. “No, your whole Hive.” Tully’s war-wraiths twitched like the tails of self-satisfied cats. “They just indicted every living Humanist as accessories to the last sixteen hits O.S. made, plus two hundred and fifty thousand counts of conspiracy to commit murder.”
