The rain worsened, becoming so heavy that everything outside a circle of maybe twenty yards was obscured behind shifting curtains of falling water. I glanced over at Emily, afraid she’d come running to our defense, which wouldn’t do anybody any good. But instead she stayed...
When the Stingrays slipped down the spiraling tunnel and made the jump through the brick wall, no one uttered so much as a yahoo. I was off the back of Chuck’s ride the moment we stopped. Ignoring the stares and questions everyone was throwing at me, I went looking for Tom...
Steve Moscova, the Brain Boss, called it a “gallery.” It was maybe twelve feet wide and thirty feet deep, with lights strung along the ceiling. A lot of lights. Actually, the Brain Factory was probably the best lit place in all of Haven. They needed it. &...