Twenty-Three
Thirteen
After work, Lawrence got on the train with a blank expression, briefcase in hand. He asked Alice what she was up to and she told him she was at work. When he inquired further, she said she worked at Lighthouse. His heart sank. For the Schizers? When the train shook on the track, he remembered Schiller’s words as he proudly announced who was behind February 2nd.
“Are you Lawrence Apocyle?” a voice asked, back on the train, in the present.
Lawrence snapped out of his reverie and stared blankly at the girl wearing horn-rimmed glasses for a moment, then smiled. “Yes.”
“It’s great to meet you.”
Lawrence glanced up at a stream behind her, playing on the ad panels of the train. He saw a red-cloaked figure in security footage of an Enforcer facility. The figure wore a m
