They smiled, and I congratulated myself on my ability to keep their spirits up even in the face of this new atrocity.
“Actually,” I went on, “let’s come up with a code word or phrase to use with one another when we need to make absolutely sure we’re the right ones. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Nudge.
“Ooh, I’ve got one,” said Angel, and we put our heads together as she whispered it.
“Perfect!” said Nudge, breaking into a smile.
I laughed silently and slapped her a very quiet high five.
Ari grinned and nodded.
Even Total’s furry black face seemed to smile.
So what was the secret word?
Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you.
83
What with all the stomping and the fiercely staring straight ahead, none of the Flyboys or clones or other mutants seemed to hear us when we flew over the wall as silently as we could. We caught up with the troops and started marching right behind them, a last line of followers eager to herald the beginning of the Re-Evolution.
I’m so sure.
Anyway, gutsy little devil-may-care freaks that we are, we trooped right into the building with them, our feet moving in lockstep, arms swinging tightly at our sides. We would see how long it took someone to notice. My guess is that it wouldn’t be long. Call it a hunch.
We filed between tall metal double doors, which swung shut behind us with an ominous clang. Inside, we were surprised by how the Marching Gang o’ Mutants immediately split up. The Flyboys veered off down one dimly lit stone hallway, and the others split up into several streams heading in different directions.
It was like a stone rabbit warren, with many hallways winding away from the main doors. Amber emergency lights barely lit the way.
Moving silently, we followed a group through another set of double doors, the surrealness of it giving me ill-advised giggles that I quickly swallowed.
Still no one seemed to notice us. We were heading deeper and deeper into one of Itex’s most important strongholds without anyone getting in our way.
I looked down at Angel.
“Trap?” I said out of the side of my mouth.
She nodded. “Trap.”
84
“Everyone on guard,” I breathed, and then suddenly we were in an airplane hangar–sized room.
The ceiling was at least thirty feet high, and the only windows were narrow horizontal slits maybe a foot or two below the ceiling. The stone walls were hung with tremendous TV screens, several on each wall. The rest of the room was filled with gray metal bunks, each covered with a kicky olive drab army blanket suitable for bouncing quarters off.
You had to give it to them: These guys sure knew how to party!
The mutants filed off into the rows of metal bunks, and we found ourselves alone at the edge of the room.
Instinctively we formed a circle, our backs to one another, and cased the joint.
“This is so nice,” said Total. “I want my room at home to look just like this. If we ever get a home.”
“Shh,” I said mildly. “Everyone keep an eye out, mark your emergency exits, and let’s see what’s going on.”
All around us, everyone had moved with purpose to what I assumed were assigned chores: The products of the finest scientific minds in the world were busily sweeping, dusting metal beds, polishing their boots.