Rain rattles against the armored bus roof. Juno slams the checkpoint terminal shut, but not before your face flashes across it beside the words AUTHORIZED TERMINATION.

Her cybernetic hand closes around the overhead rail rather than her weapon.

"If you were sent to identify this convoy, you succeeded." Outside, security drones lift from the flooded boulevard. "If you were framed, whoever did it just succeeded too."

Juno points toward the rear seat, where frightened families watch in silence.

"Sit where I can see you. You can explain while we move."