"Even the spies?"
"Oh, they always get the drunkest."
The siren sounded.
"Let's hurry."
When they arrived at Shamar's apartment, she asked, "Well, what did you think of the party?"
"It was an education," he said after a moment.
V
The following week Shamar spent many hours walking the streets of Xxla. He tried to convince himself that the people he had met at the party were not representative.
They were.