Sixteen
Panic screamed inside of her while all she heard was her own breath. The dread sat so deeply she had nearly forgotten it. But it had always been there, she realized. This was the shadow of a labour camp prisoner—the fear.
She was in a hole again. In a cell.
You are meant to be a prisoner.
Rahab sat on the cold ground, trying to rearrange her thoughts. Chase the fear away with distraction. She was behind bars, many meters below the surface. In an underground city of a dimension she had never imagined, let alone seen before. This was the Sub. The fanatics rumored in the Outer Areas, hated because they brought doom to the Outer places with their terrorist attacks. They were the real terrorists. The scale of this organization slowly dawned on Rahab, building toward panic. The large
