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Every tunnel had its own characteristics, but Cat enjoyed none of them. Even those with bright lights and moving air felt claustrophobic. Some of the worst were those with large screens displaying panoramic views—they only served to reinforce the knowledge that Cat was underground, with tonnes of rock hanging over his head.
The tunnels he now walked were gloomy, and their age could be tasted in the stench of slow decay and the unmoving air. But he had no other option. There was no lighting, and Cat was forced to rely on a shoulder-mounted torch. When—no, if—the power pack ran dry, he had another torch and another three power packs. He also had some food bars and a couple of flasks of water, all supplied by Genna.
She hadn’t been pleased to see him return so soon, of cou
