And she wasn’t about to let him go to L-Twelve alone the next day. Not that she had much of a choice. If she missed work without some kind of proof of illness, she would either lose her job or be physically moved to the factory by the DeeCees. “Last chance,” she whispered to Rose just before they passed through the scanner. “Go back to where you came from.” Wherever that was. “I’m not going anywhere.” “If you keep going in there, he has you right where he wants you.” “I’m sure he thinks that.” Inside, she stowed her poncho and took up her position. Rose made sure to get the station next to hers. She tried to focus on her tools. Couldn’t. Stared at the vid mounted before her. I don’t think we’re making air scrubbers, Rose had said. What else, then? What else could it be? It didn’t make any sense. She blinked to clear her vision, forced herself to concentrate. “Hey, Lissa.” From her left, Lissa said, “Yeah?” “What happens to drone video? Do you know?”
