Chapter Five: I Made a Thousand People Take the Wrong Road

The news claimed Lin had stolen an infected body. His wanted notice filled every screen. Old K offered him a helmet. “We have a safe house.” Probability Sight placed his survival with the Disconnectors at eighty-one percent. “Is the safe house large enough for a 486?” Su asked. Old K's smile paused for two-tenths of a second. A fine probability thread ran from his hand toward the clock shop. “You didn't come to save me,” Lin said. “You came to confirm where the computer was.” Sirens approached. Old K did not deny it. “Our goals overlap. Tianheng owns the city. You have the only knife that can cut it. No single person should hold that knife.” “Especially when that person isn't you.” Lin walked away.