Chapter 12

He was wrong.

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Two weeks later, on Day Seven, he left module 511, walked down the five flights of steps to the ground floor and into a typically grey day. He hurried towards M Sector, weaving his way through the dirty streets, passing people who watched him hurry by as they went about their business; any one of them a potential spy for those in Grade A and their Archon overlord rulers. It wasn’t necessarily anything to worry about. He knew this was the way people usually looked at each other, unless they knew you.

At some point he got the distinct feeling he was being followed. He couldn’t say why exactly. It was just a sense of someone’s eyes being upon him as he moved along the crowded street. He stopped at a produce stall and handled an under-sized orange, using it as a ruse to scour the bustling footpath, but it was next to impossible to locate a single citizen acting suspiciously. It was Day Seven. Everyone was out and about.