Cydney stared out the glass partition to watch N8 and the others file out of the room to head for dinner. Behind her, Dorsey and Bill were in conversation, discussing nothing she understood, and probably wasn’t any of her business anyway. If it was, they’d be sure to let her know. Otherwise, she was to keep quiet and do what she was told. But that didn’t stop her from having a thousand and one questions about this place. About these people she worked for. And especially about those six men and women being kept in this location.
And the one named N8.
And the one named N8.He turned to give her one final look before exiting, and his expression tugged on her emotions. She curled her fingers into her palm. She could almost feel the thin floppy disk he’d dropped into it. The way he always hand
