Carlos said. “You couldn’t come any sooner than now?” “We would’ve been caught,” Chief Digger 138 said. “Now, the guards are all busy.” Carlos folded his arms, grumbling. Graham, Jeremiah, and Chief Digger 138 and his family peered over a mound of dirt at the edge of town, at the locals on their power generators, at the loud rumbling from the tunnels, at Leader, standing on a balcony of the castle taking in the majesty of his, and his ancestors’, plans finally coming to fruition. “You can still get out of here,” Chief Digger 138 said. “They’re not using the exit tunnel yet.” Graham and Jeremiah exchanged a look. “No, we’ll help you,” Jeremiah said. “It’s our fault the machines are here. We have to shut them down.” “Carlos?” Graham said. “Yes,” Carlos said, though he sounded hesitant.
