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The sound of the rally dimmed a bit as they proceeded down the side corridor, but the roar of approval at whatever Malcolm had just said was like an ocean wave crashing on the shore.
Scout shivered. It was a horrid sound, that many people that excited about killing a bunch of other people. However they were dressing it up, that’s what it really was.
“Joelle,” Tucker called as he stepped through a doorway into a long, narrow room lined with computer equipment. It looked like it had just been unpacked and set up, crates and spare cables strewn everywhere.
Joelle was sitting at the console directly across from the door. She held up a finger without turning around, speaking in a low voice into the mouthpiece of her headset. Tucker turned to grin at Daisy and Scout; hands buried deep in
