It doesn't take me long to realize that Stryker isn't taking me to the clinic. I sit up straighter and look around when we clear a checkpoint and head into Sector Seven, a sector with more abandoned buildings than any of the others, with a wide swath of it skirting the wall.

"Where are we?" I ask sharply, still looking around, trying to familiarize myself with the area. As the Desert Wren I've been all over the city, climbing buildings and walls for fun and for work. Often ...