Enemy Inside (Defectors Trilogy) by Tarah Benner Read Free Book Online Page A

single station with a half-moon head scanner and a raised glass table. There was another rover and a security camera over interlocking elevator doors.
    Godfrey stepped up to the station, put his head up to the scanner, and placed his palms flat on the glass surface. Three low beeps followed by a single high tone illuminated a green light over the station, and the elevator doors slid open. Godfrey shuffled into a chamber just large enough for one person, nodded at me once, and disappeared.
    I glanced at Greyson, not daring to say a word. The security camera jerked in my direction, and I took that as a signal to step up to the station. Discreetly wiping my sweaty palms on the stiff polyester pants, I placed them on the glass table and waited. A ripple of white light moved through the glass, scanning my fingerprints.
    Reluctantly, I leaned forward and placed my forehead against the half-moon scanner. A light flashed, scanning my retinas, and a feminine tone sounded from tiny speakers near my temples.
    Please state your full name.
    “Rebecca Fuller,” I said, parroting the fake name Godfrey had assigned me.
    Please enter your Citizen Identification pin.
    I looked down and saw a keypad illuminated in the glass. I punched in the code and heard the same sequence of beeps that had followed Godfrey’s identification.  
    The metal doors swung open again, and I hurried inside. I looked wide-eyed at Logan before the doors snapped shut again and I was thrust into darkness.

CHAPTER FOUR

    My stomach flew up to my throat as the elevator plummeted down. I had the wild fear that the PMC had identified me as an impostor and was dropping me to my death instead of taking me to Amory.
    But when the doors of the elevator swung open, Godfrey was already waiting, standing against the wall in a long white hallway. With his bushy black beard, ruddy complexion, and wrinkled uniform, he definitely looked out of place.
    He didn’t say anything when I emerged, and I took his silence for a confirmation that there were still security cameras watching and listening to everything we said.
    A moment later, Greyson appeared, closely followed by Logan. He looked unnerved by the process, and I hoped no one was monitoring the security footage that closely. Anyone would be able to spot his pale face and darting eyes.
    Godfrey led us down the empty corridor in silence. There were steel doors spaced every few feet, but none of them had locks or handles. Four-digit numbers were punched into the metal, but Godfrey did not glance at them once. Reaching the end of the hallway, we rounded the corner. This passage had no doors, but up ahead, I could see another elevator — a larger version of the one we had just taken.  
    The rover over the doors jerked from side to side, reading each of our CIDs. The doors flew open, and we all piled inside. The panel next to the door had dozens of numbered buttons, but Godfrey selected the button near the bottom labeled “A.”  
    The elevator doors closed, and we plummeted down again. As we descended, I felt weightless, unable to breathe or speak. Greyson looked pale green, as though he might be sick. Logan wore a grim expression. After a minute, the elevator slowed, finally stopping with a dull ping .
    Atrium, said the robotic female voice. The doors swung open.
    We stood in an enormous round room. The walls were white like everything else in the building, but the ceiling was velvety black. Looking closer, I could see it was a projection of the night sky with infinite silvery stars. It could have been beautiful, but there was an unnerving rhythmic, Christmas-light quality to the twinkling stars and a weird stillness to the dank basement air.
    I glanced at Godfrey, but his expression had gone empty. Logan’s wary eyes were darting around the atrium.
    We passed a dark room that was empty except for a metal exam table. Leather restraints hung from the sides, and I shivered, imagining Amory bound to the table. What were they