29: Brice
Brice
Brice walked back to the trees, removed his boot, switched ident chips. Then he took the long way round to the Campus’ main gate—an hour of easy walking. He accessed the data-point, booked a place on the next tour.
He had three hours to kill, so he walked. His body no longer ached—his lattice must’ve healed his bruising and battering from the crash. He didn’t even feel hungry or thirsty.
Nobody approached him. The guards at the gate had barely registered his presence. Yes, there were agents searching for him—Pryden still had people out, still wanted to pull Brice in. But with his lattice hidden, they’d have to go by visuals, and they’d be looking out for someone with injuries. Not someone without a scratch on their body.
How the hell he’d healed that fast, he did
