HE MOVED TOWARD THE door, motioning Taylor and Moss to follow him. They looked at him in surprise, but they came with him. The leadys followed them out into the great warehouse. Slowly they moved toward the Tube entrance, none of them speaking.
At the lip, Franks turned. “We are going back because we have no choice. There are three of us and about a dozen of you. However, if—”
“Here comes the car,” Taylor said.
There was a grating sound from the Tube. D-class leadys moved toward the edge to receive it.
“I am sorry,” the leader said, “but it is for your protection. We are watching over you, literally. You must stay below and let us conduct the war. In a sense, it has come to be our war. We must fight it as we see fit.”
The car rose to the surface.
Twelve soldiers, armed with Bender pi
