Chapter Twelve
Takashi
Tak was lost in the rhythm of the movement: crouch low, lift one leg high, bring it down with a stomp and a clap of hands on thighs, then repeat with the other leg. It looked simple enough, but the bigger he got the more difficult it was to keep the flexibility. It was hard work lifting his increasingly massive legs up into the air, and his body was slimy with sweat.
“Hey.”
Tak looked up, startled. It was Rabia, looking very subdued despite the purple hair. Her jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist, the sleeves tied around her like a belt, and the black tank top she wore underneath was completely nondescript. Was she intentionally hiding her Corporate logos?
“Who let you in?” he asked.
“The guy at the gate. I’ve been here before with Si Fu, and he recognized me,”
