Chapter Five

Dark Angel Neversleep is keen to get his bearings. From the copper wire implanted under the skin behind his ear, he can tell that the barometric pressure has dropped. He feels this through the tension in the wire and knows a storm is coming - soon. Since he heard the homing-whistle on his dark technologies belt, he's made several discoveries:

-the Revolutionary guards patrol in groups of three, an effort to keep their ideology pure.
-judging by the sound, his dark technology belt must be over a mile away. This would put it outside the camp walls that he's seen throw the slots of his barrack.
-it hasn't been more than a day since he was captured, which means he still has another day before his conspirators, back at the aerodrome, realize he's missing.

Dark Angel Neversleep rolls over on his belly, feeling the chill earth through his wool cloak and jacket. Focusing his eyes on the slit of light beneath the wooden door, his lips begin to quietly chant, "Never give up, never give up - never sleep!". Suddenly, the colors of the room fade. The pine walls begin to creak and whistle and it seems as if the whole building is tensing up, ready to cough. A flash of light, and he's out. In a rush Dark Angel Neversleep finds himself standing outside on the wet gravel. Now is the time, run!