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Lincoln gently touches my upper arm. I know he wants to hold me, but I also get that we’re dressed up as Razor Guards and about to walk across a clone room floor with about a million hidden cameras watching us.
Since all the Razor Guards are Ethan clones, they probably aren’t too touchy-feely as a rule. Best to play it cool here.
“What’s the plan?” he asks.
“Where’s the exit to LaGuardia?”
“Far wall, third portal from the left.”
“In that case,” I whisper, “we walk slowly across the floor, looking like we’re picking up an extra patrol.”
“Long walk.”
I carefully scan the room. The Armageddon clones are stacked up on the walls eight stories high. The storage room floor looks about five hundred yards long. Lincoln has a point. I don’t even want to think about how many Armageddons we
