Chapter Three: Level Zero Is Not a Floor

We’re trying to stop you from letting it out.” The recording ended. So did the elevator’s descent. The doors opened not onto a refuge but a dark tunnel. Hundreds of transparent cryogenic capsules lined both walls, their lids thick with frost. On the nearest one, somebody had scratched two characters from the inside. Han Tuo. Lin threw herself against the capsule. Beneath the frost lay a man missing two fingers on his left hand. His eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell slowly in the suspension fluid. She had remembered correctly. He was not dead. The entire city had simply forgotten him underground.