They got out of the truck in the Core 3 bunker, and rode a lift seventeen floors up.
Morelan stood next to Decker, hands folded in front of his belt buckle, staring calmly at the silver wall of the lift. Decker wondered if there was an ounce of worry going through the guy’s mind, with the shenanigans he’d just pulled.
He had to admit that his own heart rate was spiking just a little. And that surprised him. He was actually nervous about dying sometime in the next few minutes.
Fearing death. When had that started happening again? [Read more…]