“I know where we can get one,” he said. “But we’ll have to break in.”
“Is it a lab?” She twirled a lock-pick casually and counted the tiles above her bunk. “Those are easy.”
He shook his head.
“A museum?”
“Nuh-uh.”
She palmed the pick and sat up. “Where we goin’ then?”
“The Desertron,” he said.
“The super collider? I thought they scrapped that.”
He nodded. “They did. It’s a prison now.”
“Who do we need in a prison?”
“Not who,” he said. “What. It’s where they keep the things that break the law...