As one, the hybrids’ walkie-talkies began squawking. “Code red! Code red! All units investigate possible intruder on Level Seven!”
Both Lance and Michael stared at me.
“What are you looking at?” I snapped. “This is only going to work until they figure out there’s nothing going on up on Level Seven.”
And in my mind’s eye I saw them converging on the elevator.
Key card, I thought, and that same inner eye showed me one of the guards stumbling, a piece of plastic falling from what should have a secure pocket of his jumpsuit. Perfect.
“Let’s go!”
I didn’t wait to see if the two men were following me. Time was wasting, and the elevator doors had just shut on the ten hybrids. Our window of opportunity had already begun to close.
Breaking into a run, I headed down the corridor to the spot w
