45
Will’s Stand
No sooner did the words drop from Xander’s lips, but a shout from the Plauditorium’s interior went up. “Sciolists!” From the broadcast room, the four rushed back into the main room. Wee hung back, worry written on his face.
A REM posted by the door gestured wildly, pointing to the front window, its broad, five-foot expanse partly obscured by tilted shutter slats.
Xander shouted to the four REMs standing guard at the Plauditorium’s entrance. “Get right behind the door. Away from the window!”
Will flew over to the Sector Nine monitor, where the same camera that caught Weeford at the entry spanned the inner courtyard. At the workstation for Sector Nine, a Plauditor tied to the chair opened his eyes wide. Will lightly pushed the chair out of the way, where Will slid into t
