The foundation had been laid over the ground and twenty stories stabbed skyward. The scaffolding stood in place but still lacked windows and walls. The silhouettes of busy workers flitting back and forth inside the hollowed-out tower were visible from the ground. The pounding of power-tools filled the air. The bus doors hissed open and a construction crew emerged, outfitted in color-coded overalls. The color indicated their individual job classifications but all were mechs… including Cole.
He peered up at the steel skeleton being willed into existence before his eyes. Dazzling sunlight glittered on metal. Cole thought of his final conversation with Janson. “How do I make contact with the Underground Network?” “You'll be assigned to a mech construction crew. Six recent runaways were working on the Atollah Tower project. We think the site is an ‘access port’ for the network.“ So here he was. He hoped that Synthetika’s intel was correct and it didn’t turn out to be a colossal waste of time. He would know soon enough.
