I stood in the glass cell and looked around. The thick transparent walls reflected my own distorted image back at me under the harsh overhead lights. Mary was probably already in Bala's office. As a shadow walker, it wouldn't have surprised me in the least if she had simply stepped through the walls the moment she left.
I took the note out of my pocket again, unfolding the small, slightly creased paper between my fingers.
I know you don't know me, Nadez.
I stopped there.
Nobody called me Nadez. This wasn't a normal note. Whoever had written it had at least a glimpse of my real mission inside the walls. I needed to find out who, because something told me it tied directly into the revolution the system had just warned me about.
But trust me. Don't stop Owen. He isn't working against you. He's for us.
I stopped again.
