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Enforcers don’t have. Mistakes happen when emotions get in the way. And emotions get in the way when your mind reminds you why you should feel them. That’s why Mother made sure Enforcers didn’t have them. I don’t know how anyone expects me to actually pull this off, but I can’t let another person die if I can do something to stop it.
    So I wait crouched in the darkest corner of the doctor’s office, behind a large potted plant. I’m not even entirely sure how I got here. I just know Nadia dragged me through a bunch of tunnels. By the time we got out of them, I was completely confused. I have no idea how I’m going to get back, since she wouldn’t come into the lights of Sector Two.
    My left leg is starting to cramp and I’m fairly certain my right one has fallen asleep. I adjust my position and bite down on my lip to stop from crying out when my leg suddenly bursts into flames as sensation pours back in.
    I’ve been here an hour. The assassination was supposed to happen thirty minutes ago. Either it was a hoax or someone forgot to check their clocks.
    Restless and not sure how long I should wait before I consider it a bust, I decide to do a little snooping on my own. If this was the doctor that helped Dr. Friar and Mother with trying to turn the Guards into Enforcers, maybe there’s some evidence—paperwork or something—to use against her.
    I root through the drawers of the metal desk, but there’s nothing of importance as far as I can tell. So I move on to the file cabinet. Again, nothing important in the first two drawers. But in the third, there’s a little box hidden all the way in the back, just under the files. A person glancing through for a file even with all the lights on wouldn’t have seen it. I just barely catch a glimpse of it as I move papers around.
    The box is locked, so I shove it in my bag to force open back in the Caverns. Just as I slide the drawer shut again, a door whispers open at the other end of the hallway. Lights flicker to life and footsteps draw closer to me, echoing off the walls and scattering their sound around the empty hall. Only from the heavy thudding sound they make can I tell it’s probably a man. I dive back into my hiding spot behind the plant.
    The footsteps stop outside the door, and I’m blinded when the lights blare to life. The footsteps become muffled as he crosses the carpeted floor toward the filing cabinet. I blink a few times to get my eyes to adjust to the light as I peek over one of the plant’s long leaves. I don’t recognize the man, but then again, I probably wouldn’t. Mother only entrusted me to the care of Dr. Friar.
    This man is considerably younger. Closer to my age than either Dr. Friar or Mother. He’s not all that tall, probably just a few inches taller than myself, and he’s extremely lanky in a way that suggests he’s probably quite clumsy. Or extremely graceful. There’s no in-between on this one.
    He pulls open the bottom drawer and yanks the files toward him. He stops, frowns, and yanks each file toward the back of the cabinet, before reversing it again. He slams the drawer shut before I hear him curse. Now I’m glad I grabbed the box. It’s obvious it’s what he’s looking for. And if he’s looking for it, it’s definitely worth something. He stands and frantically pats at the pockets of his pants and lab coat, muttering to himself, his back still to the door.
    That’s when a sound from the hallway catches my attention.
    The Enforcer!
    It has to be her. I adjust my position and posture so I can take her out the minute I can confirm it’s her. I have just a moment to think about warning the scientist she’s coming, but she’s there before it’s more than an entire thought. With no more than a rustle of her clothes, she slips into the room. I have to admire her for that at least. She’s as graceful as the