seems to know that too, because he hits the gas again, heading out onto the freeway and setting off in the direction of Nevada.
FIVE
I t’s only when we’ve been on the freeway a little while that I realize we aren’t heading south. Instead, we seem to be heading almost due west.
“What’s going on, Jack?” I ask. “I thought that we needed to get to Location Thirteen?”
“We do.”
“But this isn’t the way to the Nevada Desert.”
Jack shakes his head. “Not directly, but assuming everything is still there, it’s our best shot at getting there quickly.”
“Assuming what’s still there?” I ask.
Jack smiles. “You’ll see.”
A half hour later, I do. There’s what looks like an old storage facility away to our left, but Jack pulls into it like it’s something much more important than that, bringing the car to a halt in front of the imposing looking gates.
“This is a Location, isn’t itn T?” I guess.
“Not exactly.” Jack punches a number into a keypad by the gate, leaning in so that a scanner can identify him. “There aren’t any people here. It was never designed as a shelter, or as a place for Faders to work out of. In a way, it’s exactly what it looks like. A storage facility.”
“But one that stores things for the Underground?” I say. I can see how useful that would be. A place that didn’t have to have Faders in it looking after it, but where there would be plenty of things for any Fader who needed them. “What kind of thing do you store here?”
“Just about anything we could think of that a Fader might need in an emergency,” Jack says. He smiles again. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the tour. We’re going to need a lot of things for this trip to Nevada.”
I look around the place. It’s as empty as everywhere else. “Don’t you have anyone in these places? I mean, isn’t it a security risk just leaving it?”
Jack glances towards a small building by the entrance. “In theory, there should be a couple of local security guards on it who think that it’s just a normal storage place. With everything that’s going on, I’m not expecting them to be here. There’s still plenty of automated security, though.”
“What kind of automated security?” I ask.
Jack shrugs. “Pretty basic things near the outside. Alarms, stun plates, that kind of thing. Further in, we’re talking automated mini-guns, but it’s not like we have a problem there. I have the clearance to go anywhere I want in these units. Or I should…”
He tries the entry pad again. Nothing happens.
“So we’re locked out?” I ask.
“I think we should be able to get inside through the office,” Jack says. “The question is what’s going to happen then. If the power is down for the whole system, then we should be okay, but if there’s still emergency power for the inner defenses…”
“Then we could be walking into just about anything,” I finish for him.
We go in anyway. We can’t afford not to. As Jack said before, we’re going to need the contents of this place if we’re going to make it to Location Thirteen. If there are dangers inside, then we’re just going to have to risk them.
Jack pauses at the door, kissing me.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
“Just for being wonderful generally. And because I’m glad I found you again. I’m glad I can remember how much I’ve always loved you,