Penicillium - Chapter Forty
"Huh," I said.
The cans had faded labels. Beans in sauce.
"They're giving these out where?" I asked.
"In all the markets. The Bullies tried to stop them at first, but then the people lining up for food got really angry, and it started another riot. I heard a bully died."
That was... not surprising. Plenty of rioters had died already, so there was more than enough violence to go around. It was bound to turn onto one of the bullies. And when they were dealing with former workers who were desperate... well, some of those people would have skills that when used creatively would be dangerous to even a bully.
"You brought me a can?" I asked.
She nodded. "I got two."
"Thanks," I said. "Hey, do you want to taste something interesting?"
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