I’ve felt more unpleasant sensations while working for Montague.
But I’d have to sit down and figure out where exactly this fit in my top five.
My pulse sounded overly loud and rapid in my ears.
The elevator glided to a smooth, gentle halt, and the doors slid open.
I took a step towards the drab steel chamber outside.
Or, I tried to.
The suit stiffened up, not allowing me to move.
What had the manual said? Right: half steps. Crouch, don’t bend.
With conscious care, I shuffled my right foot forward. It slid maybe half my normal stride before the suit started pushing back.
I shifted my weight to that foot and dragged the other forward.
In mincing half-steps, I eased my way out of the elevator and into the corridor.
While the Congolese had gone over all the upper layers of Wemm Sta
