Chapter 20 #2
Understanding ripped through me as I watched them look to Cog for answers, for plans on what they should do next and for praise.
Broken Man wasn’t their prophet, Cogon was the true prophet of Inside.
Karla made a huge mistake in wanting to parade him through the scrubs as an example. The Pop Cops had grown overconfident and now her lieutenant knelt with the rest.
After a few minutes, I pulled Cog aside.
“Can you believe this?” Cog gestured to scrubs nearby.
I had been surprised, but shouldn’t have been. The signs had been there, I was too wrapped up in my own problems to notice.
“They think I know all the answers.” He shook his head in amazement, then sobered.
“We can’t hold out for long. The uppers control everything but the food.
All they need to do is send gas through the air shafts or shut off our air.
Unless…” He shouted at one of the maintenance crew to install air filters in the ducts.
“Now tell me everything about Gateway,” he ordered me.
“Yes, sir.” I dodged his playful swat, then told him how we discovered the location from the files. “I need to get a few supplies to be absolutely sure Gateway is there.”
“I’ll come along,” Cog said.
“You can’t fit through the shaft.”
He laughed. “Trell, you’re still thinking we need to sneak around. Hank,” Cog yelled.
A large maintenance scrub hustled over to us. “What do you need, boss?”
“A hole.”
Raiding a maintenance closet, we found the needed items and climbed through the air shaft.
A huge section had been cut open, revealing the Gap above.
Hank and his team muttered in amazement and wanted to ask questions, but the urge to hurry pulsed through my veins.
The scrubs may have filters, but they wouldn’t last without fresh air.
I raced through the Gap. Cogon kept pace despite his size. We stopped at the uncovered West wall. I shone my flashlight over the exposed metal, counting to twenty.
Rows and columns of twenty rivets. Starting from the corner and moving right.
Twenty. Twenty. Twenty. Twenty. Twenty. No deviations.
Twenty. Twenty. Twenty. No creativity.
Twenty. Twenty-two. I found the blind. A sheet of metal covering Gateway.
I pointed and Cog pulled the rivet gun from my tool belt and removed twenty-two rivets from each side.
So used to be connected, the metal blind wouldn’t drop.
Inserting the edge of the crowbar Cog pulled with all his strength. Then moved to another spot.
The metal groaned and squealed and finally, dropped down. A loud clang echoed throughout the Gap. We didn’t care who heard it.
Behind the sheet was Gateway.
Wild joy shone on Cog’s face. An ecstatic sizzle pumped through my veins.
Gateway even appeared different than a regular door with its rounded corners and a black substance shoved into the crack between the door and the wall.
The bulging substance ringed the entire door and was smooth and hard.
When I tapped it with my fingernail, it didn’t clang like metal but produced a solid thumping sound.
Cut from one piece of metal, the door also lacked a knob or latch. But a small computer screen had been installed next to it. I pressed my ear to Gateway. Nothing to hear, but the Hum. The icy surface sucked warmth from the side of my head.
I pulled away. Now I knew why Inside was always heated. Outside was cold.
“Do you know how to open it?” Cog asked with a reverent tone in his voice.
“I have a code. But the uppers will be alerted.”
“Trell, there’s been a rebellion in the lower levels. I think the uppers are probably a little busy helping the Pop Cops to restore order. Besides, I doubt we’ll get another chance.”
Good point. Bracing, I touched the screen. It grumbled and grunted as if I had woken it from a deep sleep then glowed. Squares with numbers shone from the display.
With my heart slamming, I typed in the number code and hit the enter button. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then a horrible sucking noise sounded and Gateway’s door sunk in first before swinging to the side with a loud squeal of protest. Weak light emanated as a puff of stale air blew in our face. We coughed.
Nothing jumped out. Water did not flood Inside. No unknown substance oozed through. No strange beings flew through. No voices called or cheered in welcome.
Only a small room waited within. I stepped in and flinched.
Silence greeted me. I looked around. A light panel on the ceiling illuminated the empty, metal rectangle-shaped space with another Gateway.
No screen next to this new door, just a panel of oversized square keys lit from underneath with different colored lights. One red button remained unlit.
Cogon joined me. His face showed his disappointment until he spotted the other door. “Do you have another code?”
“No. Logan didn’t mention this little surprise. We couldn’t open all the files.” One of the keys glowed green. “But he did say green to open and red to close, perhaps it is for this part.” I pressed the green button. Nothing happened.
He stared at the lights. “Ten buttons with ten colors. Perhaps…” He pointed to the one on the far left, “this one is the number one. Assuming they’re in numerical order, you can try the code for the outside door.”
I pressed the first number/color and the light under it turned off. Then I inputted the rest of the numbers, noticing that none of the numbers repeated. Nothing except the remaining key lights turned off.
“Or maybe not,” Cog said.
After a few seconds, the lights returned.
“Perhaps the numbers are in descending order.” I tried again. Still nothing. “Or, the numbers start with zero and go to nine.”
This time all the numbers darkened—except the green one.
“Green to open,” Cog said, and pushed it.
The door behind us hissed closed. The green light pulsed. A sucking hydraulic noise sounded, but the other door remained shut. Cogon pushed on it to no avail.
I struggled to pull air into my lungs. No one knew where we were. We could be trapped in here. Light-headed, my insides bloated as if I had eaten too much.
Cog turned, leaning on the door. The panic on his face matched mine. He clamped his hands to the sides of his head as if holding his skull together.
Without a sound, the other Gateway opened. Pure black waited on the other side. A bone killing cold reached us. White spots sparked from the blackness, but it was hard to know if they were real or not. Black and white spots swirled in my vision. My eyes bulged as if they would burst.
My stomach dropped and spun as if I fell from a tall ladder. I glanced down to see my feet no longer touched the floor, but floated. Cog twisted and his body drifted past the door. He pointed.
The red key burned bright. Red to close. On the edge of unconsciousness, I reached for the button. But Cog was Outside. I needed to help him.
He gestured again, but I didn’t press it.
Cog threw his hammer. It sailed toward me as he somersaulted backwards. Then the darkness claimed me.