Simon shot back and a young man dropped from a sort of overhanging walk. We were in a vast space, rounded and about twenty feet above. I didn’t know the plan of this base, of course, but it felt like a sort of central room, with corridors like spokes branching out in every direction. It struck me as a very dangerous place. It must have struck Brisbois the same way. He looked up at the walk—there were two of them, crisscrossing above, just bridges of planks, with no guardrails. They looked like they’d been put in after the fact, possibly to access newly excavated tunnels in the base of the seacity. This place had a feeling of a warren multiplied by afterthought and necessity. Brisbois was fumbling in his pants. Don’t ask me how, but before throwing out the jacket in the meeting room, he must have found the time to stash his ultra-light rope ladder in his pants and somehow have kept it from being found when we were searched. You’d think I’d have noticed that, but apparently, I was dumber than I thought.
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