Chapter Ten
I walked through the halls of the Compound in the cook’s uniform, occasionally readjusting my chef hat in order to keep it from falling off. I didn’t know how actual cooks did it; maybe every cook was born with the power of super balance, which was how they kept their hats from falling off their heads.
In any case, so far my disguise had worked. No one looked twice at me whenever I passed by someone, but that wasn’t saying much, since I hadn’t seen too many people on my way down to Level Three. I did get a little lost, though, and had to ask a guard for directions to Level Three, but he had been kind enough to point me in the right direction and hadn’t even asked me to prove my identification, but I could have because I had taken the cook’s ID card off his body when I knocked
