Climbing higher, I found Logan in the plant’s main control room on level four. He pounded on a keyboard, muttering and cursing under his breath. A white bandage covered his left temple and eyebrow. Dark purple and red bruises colored his left cheek.
“How bad is it?” I asked him.
He jerked. “Where the hell did you come from?”
It took me a moment to respond. Riley had said Logan looked better than me, but I’d slept since the explosion. Logan’s haggard oval face and blood-shot eyes told me it had been a long time since he’d rested.
“Where else would I come from? Outer Space?”
He grunted and his focus returned to the computer screen.
“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. However, you look like Chomper’s been chewing on you. When was the last time you ate?” I asked.
“No idea. What time is it now?” Logan cursed and slammed his fist down.
I pulled his chair away from the console.
“Hey!” He braced his feet, trying to scoot back.
“No.” I swiveled him to face me. Nose to nose, I scowled. “You need food and sleep.”
“But—”
“Inside has power and heat.”
“But—”
“Whatever you’re working on, will still be there when you return.”
“But—”
“You can’t think straight without rest.”
He clutched the chair arms as if I had threatened to pick him up and carry him to the cafeteria. No need. I would roll his chair if I had to.
His words rushed out in a panicked burst. “But this is important!”
I straightened and crossed my arms. Keeping a stern expression, I said, “This had better be good.”
Logan’s wild gaze flicked to the door and back to me. “Promise to say nothing?”
“I can’t.”
“For now. Just for now. Until I confirm it.”
“Logan, you’re starting to worry me.”
“Promise to keep quiet for now?”
“Okay, okay. Now spill.”
Once again he checked the door. He pointed to the top button on his shirt. “Is your listening device off?”
“Yes.” I almost screamed the word at him.
“The power plant wasn’t the only system to be damaged by the explosion.”
“All the systems were affected by the electrical outage. Why is this a secret?”
