As I struggled through the crowd, I wondered at the sheer volume of people that were here; it seemed like there were three times more protestors than usual, which meant the stench of BO was three times worse. It was like these people weighed the time it’d take to shower against the ten minutes of protesting they’d lose, and showering always lost. Suddenly, my attention was caught by the celebratory shouts coming from a group of people who were clustered in the middle of the street, and I wondered if they’d gotten hold of one of my junior Control Officers. Wary, I hauled myself onto the roof of a parked car to have a look. When I saw what they were gathered around, I immediately pulled my gun out and fired a few shots into the air.