“Well, that sucks,” DJ said. If they got caught down there, it meant prison time, but they had to do this for his dad. The doors opened to an empty car, and they got on.
“I’ve made it every time so far,” Paul assured him as he pressed the icon for the executive level.
“Of course, you have,” DJ said, but he felt horrible for involving Paul. DJ wouldn’t know how to do this without him, though.
The car shot out of an opaque tube through the main part of the station and into the glass tube that crossed a thousand meters of open space before reaching the disk-shaped corporate center. In case someone glanced their way, they pressed themselves into the corners, against the non-clear wall of the elevator that faced the asteroid upon which BMS IV was built.
Another car shot by heading up, and D
