Chapter 11: IRL
Seven took a deep breath and shuffled his feet as he waited in line, right behind Eighty-Eight and Twelve. They were both pleased to see him; Seven saw it in the quirk of Eighty-Eight’s mouth and the way Twelve’s shoulders relaxed. They weren’t physically demonstrative, but they didn’t need to be. Seven knew them.
The RCMP had rounded up everyone and started taking them to their link-ins. They’d been found deep in the Government domain, all labelled with numbers. Strangely, the numbers had not been in numerical order, and so the line in which they stood seemed like a jumbled mess. At least until Seven had realized they were grouped based on ability and had helped them all get organized. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to leave. He was free now, but that didn’t mean he reall
