Chapter Eighteen
I went to collect Mari after school. When I hugged her, she clung to me like she hadn’t seen me in days. She didn’t bounce on her toes or chatter as we walked home.
I should’ve paid more attention to her mood. But I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing through a hundred unworkable plans.
I wasn’t a soldier or a spy or anyone who had any business resisting the Incorporation. Every idea I could come up with became either impossible or deadly within the first two steps of the plan.
Walsh is right. There is no way to stop the project.
I shoved the thought aside and tried to come up with another plan.
Destroying the medical corridor would put Mari in danger if she ever needed medical care. So would killing all the doctors.
Burning the food supply so the Arc Domes wouldn’t
