A dark-skinned woman with the sides of her head shaved walked through the hallway of Manhattan's Directorate. As a new man, she towered over the other humans and could almost see the respect in their eyes whenever they looked at her. Although she was three floors above the ground floor, she could still hear the agents yelling below.
Those Humanoid Summoners certainly knew how to make their jobs more difficult than they already were.
Alice sighed inwardly. She took a few more steps before stopping and retracing her path to the railing.
Standing before it, she looked down into the vast hall below, where Humanoid Summoners yelled and struggled against agents attempting to pin them down and secure suppressor cuffs around their wrists. These people had once accepted the cuffs with their heads bowed, barely uttering a word in protest. Now, even within the Directorate itself, they were resisting.
