[IC] New Crobuzon & the World Beyond

[GM Marvel]

"It might have nuthin to do with yous," the Smith states while crossing the room in two giant strides.  He carefully pokes a green forefinger at the bottom edge of one of the dirty panes of glass.  It opens just enough for him to peek outside.  "But if it's the militia, they don't just show up out of the blue for tea."  The Smith watches for a long quiet minute.  He then whispers, "Strange...  I don't see nuthin... No people, not even the Dream-Shit Pusher who perches across the street."