These criminals attempted to steal Class One foodstuffs from the private warehouse of the Inner City. ".assaulting a citizen of the Inner City, robbery, trespass-ing and resisting arrest. He was walking back and forth, pointing to the condemned and rattling off a list of crimes, his pale eyes gleaming with triumph. The pet stood on the edge of the platform, puffed up and swaggering, as if he had caught the kids himself. The trap had closed the hunters had caught them, and there was no place for them to run. I crossed my arms tightly, feeling their desperation. Still, they had the same look of all Unregistereds thin and ragged, their eyes darting about like trapped animals. I didn't know them they weren't part of my crowd. The other two were even younger, fourteen and fifteen if I had to guess, and siblings, since they both had the same stringy yellow hair. The oldest was about my age, seventeen and skinny, with huge frightened eyes and greasy dark hair that hung to his shoulders. There were three of them this time, two boys and a girl. I stood at the back, a nameless face in the crowd, too close to the gallows for comfort but unable to look away. They hung the Unregistereds in the old warehouse district it was a public execution, so everyone went to see.
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