Seven found himself unconsciously touching his mouth again, and jerked his hand back to his side, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed his momentary lapse. Twelve and Eighty-Eight were both scanning the area, their backs to him.
“Are you sure he came this way?” Eighty-Eight asked, yawning and stretching.
“This is the exact sector, yes.”
“He can’t stay in the Cerebrum forever,” Twelve remarked. “He has to return to his body sometime, especially if he’s not using his home link-in.”
“What I don’t get is why he’s in the flat, middle bit of our country that everyone forgets about,” Eighty-Eight replied. “There’s nothing there.”
Nothing except the secret government facility where King’s body was being held, Seven amended in his head, because the other two didn’t know that. Seven
