Twenty-four
Brice turned to Tris, not sure he’d heard right. “You’d go out there?”
Tris looked him up and down. “My tech. And we need this done right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brice knew that was too strong, and he stepped back. Tris clenched his fist, and his jaw jutted forward. But then he relaxed.
“Nothing,” he said. “Just…just want to make sure it all works. In case there’s a problem.”
Problems like Brice’s lattice screwing up the systems, most likely. But Tris was trying to stay calm. Brice had to meet him on this.
“You willing to go out there with those creatures? You not scared?” He kept his voice level. He didn’t want that to sound like a taunt.
Tris looked around, meeting Keelin’s gaze and then staring at Brice. “You?”
When he’d stepped on to the roof, he’d felt
