Albedo had been all the way around the city, from one end to the other. The most interesting things he had seen, period, were the gates themselves. Let other people wonder about the domes, or the Xerox citizens. He had more important things to wonder about.

Like why the hell a nine foot tall woman was standing in front of one of those gates with a sword. A bit ostentatious, that.

Albedo did something he didn't often do, at this point. He stood back, and waited for something to happen. Maybe it would give him some new information; maybe he'd rip off an arm. Who knew? It just felt like one of those days.

The weather meant nothing to him; before anything could touch him, it hit an invisible shield that took it -elsewhere-. Whoever was running this freak show was doing a damn poor job of it, that was for sure...