“Shouldn’t we be going down at some point?” Mikelos asked.
“Phrasing.” Victory tossed off the quip out of habit, but her daywalker was right. By her sense of distance and direction, they’d traveled further into the depths of the interconnected buildings on this city block.
Felix consulted the note sheet he clutched. “No, we should be about… there.” He pointed, and each flashlight aimed to illuminate an apparent dead end.
Asaron scratched his nose. “How useful.”
Victory suppressed a scathing comment, and said “If this is a bust, going back to the bakery is going to be embarrassing.”
“No, no. These were Resistance tunnels first, remember?” Felix hurried ahead, shoving his notes in a pocket. He ran his hands over the brick at shoulder height, testing each one and counting to himself. “Hm
