At dusk, an off-road vehicle stopped under an abandoned bridge overpass at the entrance to a border town.
The driver rolled down the window and leaned out to take a look.
Lanuo, who had been dozing in the back seat, was woken by the cold wind. He pulled his windbreaker tighter around himself and said to the driver, "Close the window. You guys from the 12th District can handle the cold, but I can't."
He shifted his position, getting ready to go back to sleep.
He had spent the last few days cooped up in the lab without getting a full night's sleep. On the train, he'd had to deal with urgent documents from his dog of a boss, and he had only managed to catch an hour or so of sleep in the car.
The driver turned his head and said, "We're here, buddy. That's Little Frost Town up ahead."
