A Show of RealityChapter 20
I didn't even have the luxury of getting sick. At Victor's orders, Chip had pulled me to my feet and was shoving me down the hallway, following the two white-coated scientists through a maze of cinderblock hallways. I tried to keep some sense of where we were, but apart from the vague sense that we were in corridor F and passing Wings G and then H, I had no real clues. I kept running escape fantasies through my head, but I was obviously no match for Chip and had no idea where to run even if...