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“So we go up,” Darrow says.
I think about that for a minute. Once you get up, there’s nowhere to go but down. And neither of us is wearing a biosuit with a parachute. But down isn’t really an option. That’s where the barracks are. The soldier ants will be swarming from there.
Up it is, then. I sure liked that view of Valles Marineris from Galatz’s penthouse suite. I wouldn’t mind seeing that again.
We leave Lenard posed on the floor and head back toward the vators. Before we’re even halfway there, we hear both cars humming. They’re on the move and sound heavy. I wonder what the weight capacity of the average vator in the Tower is. I’m thinking it’s exceeded by about a hundred pounds at the moment. Times two.
Darrow hears it too. “Stairs, then,” she says. My feet begin a preemptive
