The roar of the armored car's engine finally faded at the end of the street.
The square in front of the Pittsburgh Branch returned to a state of calm.
The helicopter was gone. Even the regular patrol officers maintaining order breathed a sigh of relief, taking their hands off their holsters.
The police cordon was still up, the yellow tape fluttering limply in the wind.
Luna stood at the very front of the crowd.
Her legs were starting to go numb.
The tension that had been holding her up suddenly vanished, and a wave of exhaustion crept up from the soles of her feet.
The crowd around her had not dispersed.
Thousands of workers, students, and citizens remained standing right where they were.
They stared at the empty intersection, at the spot where the car carrying Luigi Randall had disappeared.
No one spoke.
The oppressive silence was heavier than the deafening chants from moments before.
BUZZ.
Luna felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
