The 92 — Ronald R. Hanna

Most people in Washington, D.C. would think there was little need for public transportation in the city after the midnight hour weekdays. But along a thirty-mile stretch of meandering streets, from the upper Northwest quadrant to the deepest part of the far Southeast sector, there is always a wayfaring individual or two, or seven, or twelve, who depend on the No. 92 bus, to make their way to or from home, or just to escape from another part of the city after engaging in some measure of joy, some work, or perhaps, some form of devilment. Having to guide this sometimes troublesome ship are the men and women whose career lies within the D.C. Metro system. They are a group of highly-trained professionals, but many are often subjected to a variety of traumas inherent in the operation of a public transportation conveyance.

Cabrina and Delonte Stokes were seasoned drivers, married after meeting during the six-weeks of drivers' training. But after a few years, the public nature of their job begins to invade their pristine suburban home. And soon, it begins to creep into their bedroom…

Raquan Davis grew up in the far Southeast section of the city. Although there are many neighborhoods where peace reigns and families go about experiencing the joys of a middle-class living, Raquan's old neighborhood was not one of them. And upon becoming a Metrobus driver, such neighborhoods are the ones new drivers are often tasked to serve. After moving out of “the ‘hood” once he'd attained a well-paying Metro job, could Raquan truly escape the drug- and gun-related violence?