Then her mother turns to Maeve. “You are now in charge of communications. Your father and I have too many other things to attend to. Go to the portal and relay what is happening to Calvenish and Sector C of the moon. Now, hurry, time is of the essence.”
“Will do. Stay safe.” Maeve walks to the elevator feeling hot and uncomfortable. It’s been some time since her father showed her how to use the portal.
I hope I remember how to use it.
She goes down three floors. This one is very different. There are no guests, no chatter, or furniture. Instead, it feels and looks metallic. Maeve feels the hairs on her arms stand up. Each step creates a loud clang echoing down the corridor.
Such a creepy place.
She pushes onwards.
After a brisk three-minute walk, she reaches the room. Her hand pauses over the red button to open the heavy door. After a big breath, she presses it.
It slides open to reveal a room brimming with electrical blue pulses. In the centre is the headset that will connect her neurons to the communications array.
Her muscles tense.
Derek is in Sector C. What did he say his job was? We might be about to meet.
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