A gold-clad Inner, a small man with eyes as cold as scan cams, turned and locked those eyes on him. The Inner mouthed a command, and Big G knew that he was scanning Big G’s ID chip. The man walked over, looking up but making Big G feel like he was looking down on him.
“Your partner’s dead,” the man said.
Big G blinked, still trying to make sense of the scene, aware of the Inner’s eyes on him. “How?” he asked, ashamed at how normal his first words were. As if this was no big deal. As if you lost your best friend every shift.
The Inner shrugged. “He went Harvey. Notice any unusual behaviour recently?” he asked, burning Big G with those eyes.
Big G remembered Tapper huddled inside on the floor after seeing the sky. Guilt swept over him. He’d known something was wrong. Now he recognized th
