Chapter 11
At Hera’s insistence, Spiker had prepared over thirty markers, injecting dye into a batch of cheapo stims he’d exchanged for five creds.
The first had been green, signifying the start of the route. The remaining markers were red. As they left each junction Spiker threw one violently on the floor; from a distance it seemed as if they left a splotched trail of blood.
They had settled into a marching order: first Figgus, then Spiker and Tavia while the other two Clansmen bought up the rear.
In the main they walked in silence, with even Smitty and Smurf subdued: they felt like small, insignificant ants crawling slowly to the heart of a gigantic, unknowable metallic maze. The further they went, the greater the claustrophobic pressure they felt. Even Spiker, who frequently went in
