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branching hallways looked exactly the same to me, with only slight variation in the number of doors before the next branching corridor or turn. At first I tried to keep track of it, counted doors, steps, left and right turns. But it didn’t take long before my brain just dumped and I was left blindly following with no idea how to get out again if I had to.
    Calm down, Ethan. You’re really letting this stress you out.
    Hell yeah, I’m stressed out. I’d be an idiot not to be stressed out about this.

    You’d be an idiot not to be concerned, yeah. Okay, okay, worried, et cetera, whatever. You need to slow your heart rate. You don’t feel in control of the situation and that’s causing you to feel frustrated, anxious. You know that’s not good.
    Yeah, yeah, okay. I tried to calm down like Karen wanted me to. She was right, I needed to keep a clear head.
    I’d never thought of myself as claustrophobic before, but maybe I was.
    “This is it.” Craig had stopped in front of a door that looked like every other door we’d passed in every other hallway.
    “How do you know?” I asked him.
    He gave me a look. “I know.”
    Karen confirmed, “He’s right. Someone in there is thinking about the surgeries. He’s alone.”
    “Anyone else around?” I asked.
    “No,” she answered. “These other rooms are empty.”
    “That makes it easier.”
    I snapped a kick at the door and we all rushed in. Dr.
    Piers jumped up from his chair and started to move for a panel on the wall but Rand sailed across the room in one of his impossible martial arts moves and kicked him in the chest. The doctor was thrown back against the wall, clutching his shirt front.
    “You’d better hope that didn’t break anything,” I told Rand.
    He shrugged. “Maybe Elle can fix it. He murdered Chaz.”
    I didn’t really have an argument for that. I noticed that Elle had just repaired the door and was pushing it gently closed while Karen seemed to be listening intently beside it.
    Craig shuffled his feet nervously.
    Piers, still clutching his chest, stood up. “Anderson,” he rasped, “you’ve come to see me. And you’ve brought friends. Never really thought of you as the type to make friends.”

    “You never thought of me as anything but a lab rat.”
    “That’s not true. I think of you as a tremendous achievement. You were my first success. You’re just the kind of Ability-Affected person people are afraid of, putting thoughts into people’s heads, making them do anything you want.”
    “The way you do.”
    Piers smiled. “I guess you’d see a certain irony in that.
    But that kind of power can’t just be running amok. It scares people. It needs to be in the hands of an organization people can trust.”
    “Like NIAC.”
    “People do trust NIAC. We’re helping you kids control your abilities so that you won’t accidently hurt anyone or use them for personal gain. This technology I’m developing will eventually allow all people with abilities to be controlled. Of course, we’re still a long way from that…”
    “No. It stops now.”
    “Is that what you’re here for? To threaten me?
    Anderson,” Piers scoffed, “you must know that’s not going to work.” He reached for a small electronic device on the table. I looked to Anderson who shook his head at me. Piers reached under his hair and in the stillness of the room we could hear something snick into place. “Convince your friends to leave the room at once. Have them turn themselves in to the guards.”
    “Um…no. I don’t think I’m going to do that, Dr. Piers.”
    Piers looked shocked. His hand shot up into his hair where he’d put the device. “Anderson, tell these kids to go.”
    “I heard you the first time. Here,” he pointed to his ear,
    “and in here,” he pointed to his head. “See, that’s what I’m telling you. I’m through taking orders, yours or anyone else’s. My mind is my own again. Do you know what that means, Dr. Piers?”
    Piers shook his