Learning to Walk at Night

"I know." Marcus slid over a blurry monitor still. "The problem is, the people chasing you don't match any known crew. Fake plates. Trained movement. You stepped into something worse than street trouble." Ethan said nothing. He already knew that. What he was beginning to understand was that whatever had happened at the shaft had removed his right to stay passive. The city had already chosen a role for him. That night he tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, rail vibration and pipe hum shoved at his head. The sounds braided together until the whole city felt packed inside his skull. The pain made his eyes water. He finally got up and opened the window. Cold air rushed in. The neon above the bridge flickered blue through the rain.