69: Brice
Brice
As they ran, Brice focused on the corridor behind them.
It was surprisingly easy. He didn’t need to turn, just concentrated. Sure, he could read the incoming traces of the guards. But it was more than that. He could feel them. Like data or something.
His lattice, changing even more. Had to be. It came back to the way he’d resisted the Doctor’s probing. No—that opened his lattice up, but it was that attack in the cell, wasn’t it? The push, from something—someone—vaguely familiar. It was like that triggered a step up, like Brice took something from that push, used it to grow.
If that made any sense. Piran might know, or Ryann. But they weren’t here, were they?
Nothing Brice could do about that.
“Through here!”
Fen pushed through a door. On the map—the one Bric
