saw an image in his head. He stood up, kissed her hand and said, “Thank you!” He clicked and he was in a room that was clearly some type of office. He moved quickly to the desk and there, just as he saw in the picture that model KRY-1-CT-A1 had shown him in his head, was a pad of paper and a holder full of pens. He grabbed a pen and a few of the pieces of paper from the pad. He turned to the door and put his ear to it. He didn’t hear anything on the other side. He listened for thoughts of others, even synth thoughts. He didn’t hear anything. He knew he had to be very careful and pay close attention to the sound of thoughts nearby or he would be caught.
He drew a box on the piece of paper and a note over it. Then he opened the door slowly and peered outside. He saw that the hallway went in two directions. He closed the door and drew that on his paper connected to the box. Then feeling emboldened opened the door, walked through it and turned right, noting every passageway. At every door he stopped, looked in, drew relative sized boxes and notes for each one. He thought to himself that this would take a while, but he had to wait before he could use his plan anyway.
A few hours later he looked at what he had so far. He had no idea the job of a cartographer was so tedious. He thought his first drawing was a jumble and noted all the question marks for the places he had to avoid because there were synths working in those areas or moving through hallways, etc.
Feeling as if he had pushed his luck enough for one day, he clicked.
“So I assume you went to see her again? You were gone a long time. Longer than usual.” The voice came from behind him.
He turned and said, “Actually, get everyone together. I want to show you some plans.” He looked at Venetia with her arms folded. He heard her sigh in frustration as she turned to get the rest of them. He turned to take a seat at their meeting table, or what served as one.
“Hey boss, what’s up?”, asked James.
“I was just about to ask you the same. What’s everyone working on?” He watched as the rest of them walked in.
“Tina is working on your ride. The way you severed it’s connection to the uplink was a bit rudimentary. She said it’s going to take her awhile to get it back to full normal functionality. Jason is working on a fuel source for it. Strangely, he’s thinking sand. I’ll let him explain that. Marla has mostly been cleaning up after all of us and I’ve been going over the latest communications intercepts. I’m starting to have a knack for the language. It’s logical, but so much so that it’s hard to think what some of it means, even if I do run decryption on it. Paul and Siri aren’t here. They went to try to snag some more equipment.” James folded his hands. So Venetia says you’ve got a new plan?”
“I do, but what you all are doing is important. Then he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and put it down on the table. “What I’m trying to do is map out the place from the inside. Not only would it help us get better equipment if we knew where specific things were, it would give me targets for later.”
“Aren’t we quite a ways from trying to attack that place?” Venetia asked.
Everyone turned to Phillip. He responded. “Maybe not, but we’ll see. Venetia, you know how to map. Do you want to come with me to help?”
“I used to draw sea charts. That’s quite different from what this looks like and a lot simpler.” Venetia leaned back and folded her arms.
“Okay, understood, but would you try?” Phillip asked.
“Even with what you can do, I don’t think you’re going to be able to get away if you get caught and certainly not with two of us.” Venetia leaned an elbow on the table and looked at his rudimentary drawing.
“So that’s a no?” Phillip asked. Everyone turned towards her.
“You know I