Everything was moving too fast.
And Lootwell, rather than stumbling under that speed, was learning how to move with it.
A week later, the flow had not weakened.
If anything, it had thickened.
More people arrived every day.
Naturally, that also meant more fools.
Those who had witnessed the first public expulsions behaved much better.
Those who arrived later without properly reading the transmitted notices or listening to warnings were less graceful.
Lootwell educated them.
The process had become so clean that many citizens barely spared it a second glance anymore.
Someone radiated killing intent in a public avenue.
Flash.
Gone.
Someone drifted toward a restricted path with a hidden probing array.
Flash.
Gone.
Someone thought they had found a blind spot in a transport lane and tried to slip past a lawful threshold through a folded concealment artifact.
Flash.
Gone.
