New Year's Mission
Dreamed on 2020.01.02 We get the call to move out, and it startles us, but we do it. High energy, but focused, like a wolf pack, dressed in black. "This block?" "Naw, next. Some cabs. 010, I think is one of the numbers?" We run to the next. An uber, some cabs, and a small bus are pulling in. People are hopping in places, but we ignore the bus; they just want in on the action. I see a guy I know -- the older one, angular face, more... I don't know, South American features? -- I get in the same car as him. "Where we headed, cabbie?" "You know I can't say; security feature. I can confirm the code on your phone though." "I don't have the code, don't have a phone; just was told to get in." Cabbie shrugs and is right; it's not their problem. "You in? We going?" "Yeah, let's go." The city is a wreck. I mean, it's 2:30 AM on New Year's Day, and I thought that'd be enough anarchy