“What are you doing out here, Luke?”
I didn’t even turn away from the glass wall to acknowledge Jeph. I knew he’d keep walking. He never turned down an opportunity to find interest in anything I did. So I waited.
When Jeph stepped up beside me, I pointed below, to movement only barely discernible in the failing light.
“See that?” I asked quietly. I waited for his nod, then I went on, “There’s been activity in the dead sector for about an hour, now.”
Jeph’s head whipped around. “And you haven’t reported it?”
“Nope. Not going to, either,” I said. I turned my back to the wall and leaned hard against the cool glass pane. “It’s the dead sector. Whoever is down there won’t last long. No sense in wasting Control’s time on it.”
“If Control finds out you’ve been neglecting your duty…,” Jeph trailed off. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He was nervous, now that I’d made him an accessory.
I shrugged. There wasn’t anything Control could really do about the dead sector. It was ground-side, governed by whatever was left of the old guard, the ones who refused to move up when the world was going to hell.
I looked around. Pristine white and glass met my eyes. People walked the corridors, going to work, or classes, or dining-halls, while tiny robot cleaners swept and scrubbed away bits of imagined residue. This far from the core, there was no dirt.
The vertical light panel across the corridor flashed twice, in blue, calling all blue-sector civilians to work. A steady yellow stripe on the panel told all yellow-sector workers it was time for a sleep-cycle.
“That’s the blues.” Jeph was an expert at stating the obvious. “We can come back and check on that,” he waved his hand toward the dead zone below, “when the greens are called up.”
I shook my head. “You go on. I know you’ve got orders in the arboretum today. Should be fun for you. There’s two shifts scheduled for today. Planting day.”
Jeph shuddered dramatically. He hated working security in the arboretum on planting day. But then again, so did most of the security forces. He waved at me when he got to the first turning of the corridor. I waved back.
With Jeph gone, I turned back to the glass wall. I stared down at the dead sector, watching for more movement. When it came, it came with a signal.
Lights flashed in the last of the daylight, looking for all the world like the last reflections of the sun on the mangled steel and glass detritus. I watched through the message, twice, before turning to leave.
Across the pristine corridor, green lights flashed in tandem with blue, calling both sectors to work at the arboretum. I grinned and clicked my comms open, calling Control.
“Control, this is Luke, yellow sector-chief. I’ve heard some mumblings about a riot planned for planting. Recommend shutting down the arboretum once all those working are in place. I’ll patrol yellow sector to keep the peace during the planting.”
I got acknowledgment from Control, then shut off my comms and my locator. I had five minutes to get to the old hangars. From there, it was simple enough to steal the ship I’d been secretly working on for six months, then escape the rigid, pristine world of Paradise-on-High.