The four of us sat on the bleachers facing the empty baseball diamond, our backs to the screen above the door. If a Monitor chanced to check up on us, all he or she would see was four friends off by themselves, chatting. Would the bracelets Tin had made keep Kyer’s and my personal information from scrolling across the screens in the Monitor Center? The makeshift Faraday cages seemed to be working—so far no alarms had sounded, and no Officers had burst in on us, so I felt pretty confident that no one besides Brin and Lyra knew we were here.
Brin sat beside me on the bleachers, and Lyra sat on her other side. Kyer had started beside me, but as we discussed what we could do to bring about a change in the Colony, he shifted to the seat below me, and kept a hand wrapped around my leg as if to
