She stared around at the lobby. Already the black behind the glass doors felt oppressive. If the Repurposers came this far to find her, she was an easy target right now in this overly lit room. “H124.”
The guard stood up abruptly. “What? You’re a worker?”
“Corpse cleanup.”
He spoke into the comm link. “I’m calling security, sir. Don’t come down.”
He pressed a button on the floating keyboard. An alarm erupted in the lobby.
“Just stay there,” he commanded her, coming back around the desk. He pulled a weapon off his belt, a thin black cylinder with two metal prongs. An arc of blue electricity sprang from one prong to the next.
A flurry of footsteps echoed from a corridor at the end of the hall. There a metal door burst open, and a dozen armed men in black uniforms stormed through. The guard pointed at her, and H124 ran. She raced to the front lobby doors, but they’d locked again. She faced the TWR, but when she commanded it to open, it didn’t. She knew how to do workarounds with locks, but there was no way she had the time right then.
The security team poured into the room, all pointing weapons at her, long-snouted things with currents buzzing at their ends. She saw another door, one behind the guard’s desk, and ran for it. The guard tried to grab her, but she slammed an elbow into his face, and he reeled back.
She heard a strange ding, and a voice that yelled, “Wait, wait, wait!”
H124 tried the door behind the desk. It was also locked. The security team closed in, forming a tight semicircle around her.
“Wait!” sounded the voice. From the security corridor came a man dressed in an elegant suit. His black hair was perfectly styled, and kind blue eyes twinkled in a pale face with chiseled features. “I want to talk to her. There’s no need for all of this. Timmons!” he barked.
The guard, grabbing his bloody nose, stood up. “Yes, sir?”
“You should have cleared this kind of action with me before you did this. There’s no need for this show of force.”
The man stepped closer as the armed men lowered their weapons.
“Miss?” he said to her, gesturing for her to come forward. “I’m very interested in hearing the information you brought.” He flashed an angry glare at the guard. “Timmons, you don’t want the higher-ups to find out you escorted a perfectly good story to the brig without even finding out what it was, do you?”
The guard shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Well, then.” He turned back to her. “Miss? If you’d kindly come to my office.”
H124 took him in. Something about him made her trust him. He was good. Her gut could feel that. She came toward him, letting him usher her past the guards to the bank of elevators. They stepped inside.
“Short ride,” he said, smiling. “Only a few floors to my office.”
When the doors slid shut and the elevator began to rise, H124 let out a huge breath.
He studied her. “I’m fascinated. How did you get here?”
“I’ve got some very important information.”
“That I gather. But how the hell did you make it all the way here?”
“It wasn’t easy.” She furrowed her brow. “But I needed to.”
“Fascinating,” he said again and turned to watch the numbers growing higher as the elevator climbed.
They got off on the fifteenth floor and walked down a short corridor. He used the biometric scanner on a door, and it hissed open. “My office,” he said, waving her in.
She entered, gazing around at the immense space. It was easily twenty times bigger than her living quarters. “This whole place is yours?”
He smiled. “Yep. Took a long time to get it. Had to produce a lot of hit shows.”
She tried to guess his age, wondering how long he’d been working toward this. He looked to be at least twice as old as she was.
He took her in, looking at her head. “Of course, you’ve never seen any of my shows.”
“No, not really, not up close.”
“That’s good,” he mumbled. He waved her over to a chair as he sat down behind his desk. “So what is this pressing news?”
She hesitated, then pulled out her PRD. She really didn’t want to turn it back on, but she knew that he’d have to see the animation and movies. She studied him, still deciding if she could really trust him. He wasn’t checked out like the residents she’d seen over the years. She glanced at the side of his head and saw that he didn’t have a head jack either. Before now, she thought only workers like her didn’t have them.
She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting his door to slide open and the Repurposers to charge in. She met his gaze. “I don’t have much time. I’m being chased.” She held up her PRD. “As soon as I turn this on, they’re going to know where I am.”
“Who?”
“The Repurposers.”
He stared at her, a hint of fear stealing over his face.
Then, steeling herself, she switched it on. Scrolling through the contents, she pulled up the movie she’d made of the animation, showing the collision course of the asteroid.
She handed it to him, and he watched the animation as it floated in the air above the device. When it finished, he squinted up at her. “What is this?”
“I didn’t know at first either.” She pulled up the rest of the files, the ones she’d recorded of the destruction.
He watched them in silence. “I don’t understand what this is.”
“I found something. The ruins of an old building under one of the residence structures. There’s technology down there, old tech. And a warning system.”
“Warning of what?”
“Earth’s destruction.”
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
She leaned forward, triggering the animation to play again. “See . . . this shows the path of three objects that are going to collide with the earth.” The display showed red across the globe. “The fourth one is the biggest threat. It’s going to destroy everything.”
Willoughby blinked, looking down at the PRD. He was frozen. Silent. His relaxed demeanor vanished.
“We have to warn people,” she urged him. “We have to stop it.”
He looked up again, incredulous. “Stop it?”
“Yes.”
“How?” He watched the animation and gestured at it. “We don’t have the ability to stop something like this.”
“What do you mean?”
He threw up a hand. “That knowledge is gone. Wiped out. So long ago it’s almost legend . . .”
“I don’t understand.”
“No one would know how to stop something like this now. This kind of scientific knowledge vanished so long ago that there’s simply nothing left of it.”
Her heart hammered. “I thought . . . I thought the PPC knew everything.”
He gave a disheartened laugh. “Hardly. We don’t know anything. Nothing useful, anyway. Just how to keep people tuned in. How to gain more power.” He gestured at the animation. “Are you sure this is right?” He frowned.