Chapter Nineteen
There were no photographers lurking as I walked through the atrium. There wasn’t any crowd clustered around the door that led up to Incorporation Headquarters, either. Still, I wandered in that direction. Past the pond where we’d gathered to talk about the vague possibility of the Incorporation inflicting the unforgiveable a***e Holbeck had decided to begin.
Four guards in gray uniforms had been stationed outside the Incorporation’s metal door. There had never been guards there before.
Holbeck is right to be scared of us.
Us.
I actually thought the word as I gave the guards a nod and looped back toward the center of the atrium.
I wasn’t completely sure I knew which us I meant. But whether it was Walsh and me or me and the angry horde of kep Holbeck was determined to
