Their escape through the furnace level was more fraught than anticipated. “There they are!” Luna heard the woman who had guided them to the Library level yell. She must have had some idea of revenge in her heart all along. Luna wondered if it made a difference that Vich-Clac wasn’t actually there with them.
It didn’t matter now, of course, that the gold-uniformed Magistrates were on their tail. Before they turned and ran, Luna noticed that the pursuers were brandishing pistols in their left hands. They looked like early-model revolvers. She had seen one in a museum once, that she’d been robbing. Killed by a museum piece… didn’t bear thinking about…

Chapter Fifteen