Mara stepped from the stairwell into the tunnel, a wide underground ramp below the railroad tracks, leading from the elevator doors and up to Seventh Street. Waiting for Ping to catch up, she turned right and leaned against the elevator doors. From the mouth of the tunnel, indirect light flashed and flickered, reflected off the white tiles lining the walls. Whatever was happening was just one block away—Seventh Street became the bridge immediately after it crossed Main.
Ping took the final step into the tunnel, turned to Mara. “You’ve been using your abilities quite a bit recently. Are you feeling tired?”
“I’m fine. Let’s keep going. We’re almost there.”
“Maybe we should take a break and let you rest before we continue.”
“Straight ahead, one block.” Mara tilted her chin up the dark ram
