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bouncy golden waves were pulled back into a French twist. Only her bright green eyes stood out against the stark whiteness of the uniform, but they seemed less vibrant, too.
    Seeing her hair pulled up, I struggled to twist mine into a bun. It was too short in the front and slipped through my fingers, but Logan appeared at my shoulder.
    “Let me,” she said. She worked quickly, and within a minute she had my hair wound into a tight knot at the back of my head.
    Next she moved to Greyson, reaching up to fasten the last hook at the neck of his jacket. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves with a uniform that’s not regulation,” she muttered.
    “You’ll be needing these,” said Godfrey. He held up three plastic wristbands with the stolen CIDs. Out of everyone, Godfrey looked the least at home in his uniform. Maybe it was the bushy black beard or his ruddy complexion, but either way, he seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
    Logan cleared her throat. “What about your beard?” she asked.
    He grunted. “I’m not active duty. It’s fine.”
    I fastened the band around my wrist, examining the gold ridge around the edge of the white chip. The CID was so small and so benign looking, yet it controlled so much in our world.  
    Godfrey clapped his hands together. “All right. Let’s get a move on.”
    Storming through the underbrush in his wake, I began to wonder if he planned to walk right into Sector X on foot. He was talking fast now. I knew we had to be getting close. “You three are Fuller, Hellmack, and Woeden. Remember your names. Always make eye contact, but don’t speak unless spoken to. Your pins will be your home sectors: 573 and 314.”
    I examined the name etched into the plastic wristband: Rebecca Fuller.  
    “You’re new recruits, so your fingerprints and retinal scans won’t be in the system yet. We will have to do that when we get into the facility. Don’t do anything stupid. These aren’t burner CIDs like the last ones. You have no idea what I had to do to get security clearance for a bunch of interns. And for god’s sake, don’t let anyone see that scar on your arm,” he said to me.
    Through the trees, something white caught my eye. As we approached, I could see it was a light utility vehicle like the ones the PMC used. We got inside, and Logan sat in the back with Greyson. Of all of us, she posed the greatest risk of being recognized.
    “Won’t it look suspicious for us to enter the city in the middle of the night?” I asked.
    “No. The beta unit rarely does its business in the daylight.”
    The engine roared to life, and we barreled forward through the underbrush. It was a rough ride, but I began to feel a slight twinge of hope that I might see Amory soon. I tried not to think about how they must be treating him or what shape he could be in; it only mattered that we got him out.
    “Your CIDs are set to go live when we’re half a mile out,” said Godfrey. “They’re staggered because it’s a little suspicious if three people come online all at once, but all the tree cover makes signals pretty shitty out here.”
    We stopped, and Godfrey squinted through the trees. Seeing nothing, he barreled onto a dirt road. Behind us was a locked gate, but I couldn’t see where the road went.
    “PMC storage facility,” he explained. “We’re getting close. Put on that riot gear in the back. Every officer in the city is wearing a set these days.”
    Logan reached behind the back seat and pulled up a bulletproof vest and a helmet. She passed one to me, and I fastened it over my chest. It was stiff and heavy. I didn’t know how officers were supposed to run when they were wearing one. The helmet was white like everything else, but it had a black strip running down the middle. I put it on, feeling ridiculous but slightly relieved that it would hide part of my face.
    “Here we go,” he said.  
    Glancing behind me, I saw that Greyson’s mouth was set in a hard line, his eyes cold