Adam Pallett

Stalled System

With my eyes closed I ran our plan through my mind in the last moments before 22:00, when the next wave of service trucks en route to the facility, like a fleet of mindless ants, would pass our location. We stood silently along the edge of the drainage tunnel, murky water below trickling away from the facility, awaiting the signal from Moka’s flashlight that the trucks were on schedule. Bronum was positioned at the top of the access ladder, ready to pop the manhole cover for Pokia, the surest of all of us with securing a hook to the bottom of the trucks. In the worst case, if no one else could manage to secure a hook, when then our activity would positively be picked up by the road’s monitoring cameras, we could hope that Pokia would breach the facility.