Chapter 22
The biggest problem I saw was how to get into the Monitor Center in the first place. Throughout the evening, Officers patrolled the monorail, stopping people at random to check their tags and make sure they weren’t out past curfew. For kids under the age of eighteen—like us—curfew was immediately after school let out. Rec time was an exception, but if we were caught on the train, Officers would want to know why we weren’t at the Rec Room with the rest of our class. Then, if they tried to scan Kyer’s or my tag, we’d be caught.
“The Monitor Center isn’t too far from here,” Brin pointed out. “We can walk there easily enough. If we keep off the sidewalks and stick close to the buildings, we might not be seen.”
Kyer shook his head. “But what about when we reach the Center? None of
