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Michiko retreated into the darkness as Huxley approached.
“We had some technical difficulties,” Huxley said, talking into the darkness and looking around. “All’s going to be well, but I need you to come with me.”
Michiko’s heart raced.
She backed away and then ran.
She didn’t care how friendly his tone was.
He was going to kill her.
She knew she shouldn’t have listened to her mother!
Now, for all she knew, her mother was dead.
She dropped to the floor and started crawling.
A rush of air drew her head to the wall.
A vent. A giant vent.
She put her fingers around the grate and pulled as softly as she could.
The vent came off.
She crawled in and replaced it just a few seconds before Huxley passed.
“Miss Lins,” he said, his finger on the trigger of his handcoil, “you’re not i
