31: Brice
Brice
It was too easy.
Brice ignored the rest-rooms, followed the buzzing to an unmarked door in the corner of the lobby. It was lattice-controlled, but that didn’t stop Brice. It granted him access, because he told his lattice to sort it out for him.
It opened onto a stairwell. Brice climbed down five floors, walked along a clean, brightly-lit, empty corridor. There was something clinical about it, and he expected to see medics scurrying about. But he saw nobody.
The corridor turned to the right. There were doors to either side, all unmarked.
If you had to ask, you shouldn’t be down here.
Brice followed the relic’s buzz, and he monitored traces. There were more than he’d expected, all lattice-rich. Some were fresh, within the last hour, and there was one that didn’t fit.
