Wei came to Bryan’s office before Harper returned. There were riots and looting in eighteen different countries, Wei told him, and minor riots and looting in areas of Chicago. People were gathering outside the Offices, though the crowds were disturbed in Moscow and Jakarta when flocks of demons happened by.
“What can we say other than don’t panic?” Wei asked him. But Bryan got the feeling the question was rhetorical. Wei took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “You mind?”
“Not anymore,” Bryan said.
“Good answer.” Wei put a cigarette to his lips and lit it. “You want one?”
“I don’t think I’d really enjoy it. Main thing is making sure our agents don’t get harassed by anyone in our crowd outside. We still need to work.”