“Does security have any record of Chris being here?” Adam asks.
“No, not that I see,” Zahra says.
While Zahra waits with the guard and monitors security, the rest of us slip inside the building into a small reception area with a bored-looking woman at the desk. I grip my neutralizer, but as we walk past her, something automatically scans our flexis and grants us access. She doesn’t even look up.
“Where to?” I ask the others.
“The lab with the synthetic water generator was this way,” Ken says, turning down a corridor.
As we hurry down the hall, I worry that at any moment someone will run after us and tell us we’re not supposed to be here. Or worse, shoot us. But Zahra’s hacking skills protect us, and everyone we pass by ignores us, possibly because Ken is wearing the guard uniform.
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