CHAPTER SEVEN
Ten minutes later, I parked my bike in the Elastic Cave’s bike rack inside its false storefront entrance. Though my shoulder hurt the whole way, I had managed to make it to the Elastic Cave in good time. That wasn’t very surprising; after all, it was my shoulder which had taken the bad injury, not my legs. Even so, I could not help but be surprised at how fast I’d made it here, even despite my own reservations. I guess I’d just gotten in the habit of getting to work as fast as I could that my body had acted on its own when I began my trip to the Elastic Cave.
As it turned out, however, I wasn’t alone in the Elastic Cave entrance. Just as soon as I finished locking my bike up, I heard a small ding come from the elevator and then it opened and Adams rose from within. He wore
