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"There's nowhere to go past here, not with a car like that," the mowril said monotonously, as though he'd already said it to a hundred civilians. "The city is Gone, ok? The whole thing's on fire, and if you find a street to drive down, you'll end up in a crater. Or worse."

"We want to get some photos. For the news," Sirra explained, holding up her camera. Tentin thrust his notebook out the car window for emphasis.

"I can't stop you if you go on foot, but I'm not letting a civilian car through. Especially if you're reporters! Don't want a smear when you end up in a hole. Can't say 'I told ya' to a newsrag."