“Right,” I said.
He sidestepped to the closet, keeping his weapon trained on me. A quick glance at the shelves, then his focus returned. I met his gaze. He squinted as if his thoughts raced.
“There are weapons and devices free for the taking, but you stood here. You want a port. Except you wouldn’t be able to use it. No scrub can.”
Riley was smarter than I had thought. Too smart.
Hoping to throw him off, I said, “I was just curious, seeing what would be important enough to be locked away. I stopped in here to fix my cleaning device.” Zippy’s hum increased and small tendrils of smoke reached for the ceiling. Good boy.
“No. I’ve been learning about the lower levels. Being caught in the upper levels is bad enough, but to be found in Karla’soffice…to risk your life... Wait. Something big is going on in the lower levels. Someone can’t be found.” His eyes unfocused as he followed the logic.
No time left. I spun Zippy. The metal burned my hand.
He snapped his fingers. “You want Domotor’s port!”
I switched Zippy off, and raised my arm, triggering the motion sensors. A shrill clang pierced the air. Distracted by the noise, Riley sought the source. Without hesitation, I shoved Zippy into the vent and followed the troll, pushing him as fast as possible through the narrow space despite the heat searing my fingertips.
“Listen!” Riley shouted after me.
An odd request. I craned my neck to look back. His hand grabbed the vent’s cover and slammed it closed. After a few moments, the alarm cut off in mid-clang. Damn. I wanted the noise to mask my retreat. As I debated how much sound I was willing to risk, the rumbled of many feet and the crash of a door reached me.
Reinforcements.Foul air.
I had managed to crawl three meters from the vent. All the Pop Cops had to do was send one of Karla’s RATSS after me and I would be caught in no time.
“What’s going on here?” Karla demanded.
Her voice stopped my heart and I wondered if she kill-zapped me, would it resume beating?
“Sensor malfunction, Lieutenant Commander,” Riley said.
“But the alarm?—”
“My fault. I accidentally triggered it while repairing the device. I apologize for any inconvenience to you, sir.”
“Inconvenience!Youraccident disrupted our meeting and woke every off duty officer on level four. You’ll have to be reported. Name?”
“Riley Narelle Ashon.” His voice remained calm. Impressive, considering how terrifying Karla’s scrutiny could be.
“Narelle? What are you doing monitoring security systems?”
Good question. Only the Trava family had access to the security network.
“I’m with electrical, sir. When the device malfunctioned it sent a spike through my workstation and I came to investigate. I thought I could fix the sensor, sir.”
“You thought wrong. What’s your birth week?”
“145,414, sir.”
Ha. He was only seventy-three weeks older than me.
“You’re just out of training. How did you get assigned electrical?”
“It was my choice, sir.”
“Your choice? Oh. Top of your class. Well you obviously need more training. Report to Commander Vinco Trava for extra duty.”
Extra duty meant the dreaded red cuff and hard physical labor in the lower levels. The uppers were probably assigned a boring or mindless task nobody else wanted to do.
