get in
with the hacks.”
I nodded in the darkness and didn’t ask any more ques-
tions. I didn’t want to think about what kinds of things
Regulators did that would be horrifi c enough to cause the
kind of glitching Adrien was talking about.
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The tunnel we drove through was longer than I’d ex-
pected, not that I’d exactly been able to gauge the distance
well as we approached. I was so ner vous, every second felt
like an eternity. After we’d gone about three hundred feet
into the black tunnel, the only light coming from the car’s
headlights, Adrien slowed to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing back ner vous ly
for Guards. “Is something wrong?”
“This is where we get out.” He clicked the release on my
seat belt, then reached across me and popped my door open.
“Why are we getting out ?” I whispered.
He hurried around to my door. He pulled it farther open
and held out a hand. “Come on, we gotta hurry.”
I heard the driver’s-side door open, and a strange man
stepped in. Fear fl ushed me, but I managed to squelch the
yelp of surprise in my throat. Adrien reached in and grabbed
my hand, quickly pulling me farther into the dark.
“It’s okay. That’s Brandon. He’s going to keep driving the
car so it looks like a routine maintenance vehicle continu-
ing on to its destination. If anyone checks satellite images,
it won’t seem out of place.”
“What about cameras? You said they were everywhere.” I
walked as quickly as I could behind him in the dim tunnel,
feeling exposed even in the darkness. The air felt thick in
my throat, like I was breathing through a suff ocating blan-
ket. The hallways and tunnels back home were always dry—
too dry even, people got nosebleeds sometimes— but it was
a necessary evil of the intense air- fi ltration systems. Or so
I’d been told.
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“Don’t worry so much.” He laughed. “Didn’t I tell you
we do this all the time? They’ve disabled the cameras, too.”
He stopped and the metal door scraped as he opened it. A
single light panel shone inside, illuminating a dirty stairwell.
I went through the door willingly, glad to go anywhere that
led underground and out of the reach of atmospheric partic-
ulates and the unnerving rain.
Adrien led me down the stairs and opened a circular ser-
vice hatch on the fl oor at the bottom. A ladder led down into
shadows.
“You go fi rst. I’ll follow right behind to secure the hatch.
Make sure to get a good hold. It’s a long godlam’d way down,
and the ladder can be slippery.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I dropped my legs
into the dark space and got a foothold on the ladder. I de-
scended carefully in the dark, tapping my arm panel for
light. I could still only see the ladder and a small area around
me. I glanced down but the ladder disappeared after a few
feet into the thick darkness.
I moved down rung by rung, trying not to think about
the long drop into the empty space below. It was cooler
down here, but it smelled horrible. The ladder was slick with
what felt like slime. I tried not to think about the potential of
radioactive sludge. Adrien’s footsteps sounded on the ladder
above me. I glanced up just as the crescent of light disap-
peared when he locked the hatch behind us.
“It should be about forty more feet down or so.” He called
down quietly, his voice echoing. “Once I get down, I’ll grab
a fl ashlight from a stash we keep there.”
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I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. I con-
centrated on getting a good grip on each slick rung. My feet
splashed into something wet when I stepped off the ladder.
“What’s on the fl oor?” I asked ner vous ly. I waved my arm
panel around to try to see better but the ground just looked
black. Adrien dropped down the last couple feet beside me.
I heard a metallic click and light fl ooded the
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