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seriously doubt they'd waste the man power to search hundreds of miles of old sewage pipes in the hopes of finding a few getaways." Connor surmised. "There is a lock on the other side of the door too, so it locks from the inside. It's only a concrete floor, but it's better than a firing squad."
    "You've got a point." Lawton climbed the ladder and Connor offered his hand to steady her over the railing. She looked inside. It was really just a closet - there may have been enough room for five people to fit standing shoulder-to-shoulder. A control panel had been built into the wall and that was it.
    Connor pulled a small flashlight off his utility belt, turned it on and set it on the floor pointing the beam of light to the ceiling. It illuminated everything softly. Both Connor and Lawton removed the night glasses and Connor bolt locked the door.
    "Drink and eat something," Connor said.
    "I'm not hungry," Lawton mumbled.
    "You know it's not about hunger." He took out a canteen of water and a couple nutritional rations and set them before her.
    "Then sit down with me,"
    "Guess pacing in here isn't an option."
    "No."
    They sat, ate and drank. "You were right, I feel a little more stable."
    "My leg would make a good pillow," Connor offered. "I'll keep watch - get some sleep."
    Lawton looked in his eyes and decided she wouldn't try analyzing things right now. She curled onto the cold hard floor and rested her head on Connor's thigh. She was fast asleep before she could say thank you.
    ~ ~ ~
    After Lawton woke, they shared more rations. The fear had calmed for both of them a bit as they had heard no pursuit.
    "We won't just be able to find a vehicle and travel - nobody leaves their Selection." Connor formulated. "Unless we can get our hands on Sov uniforms."
    "How do you propose we accomplish that wardrobe feat?" Lawton asked.
    "I have an idea, but it's risky. I don't think we should try to do it, unless the opportunity presents itself."
    "What is it?" She asked.
    "Where is the nearest pocket of Rebels?" Connor asked.
    "Pockets are scattered but the closest organized division is east from here in Old Detroit. They were going to come in as reinforcements - but they are a very small Division maybe two hundred strong and they have an even smaller civilian population — only like fifty. What's your idea?" Lawton finished.
    "What have you got on under your uniform?" Connor inquired.
    "White issued tank and running shorts - and thin armor. Why?" She answered.
    "When we come out of the tunnels we can't be wearing uniforms - we'd be spotted a mile away. If we are in civvies, and get spotted at least they won't shoot on site - they will try to apprehend us for Selection defecting." Connor explained.
    "And this helps us how?"
    "We are trained soldiers with weapons - we take them down, strip them of their uniforms and get their vehicle in the process. Then we can at least get out of the area and go from there."
    "It's not a bad plan, Connor." Lawton contemplated. "We'd have to travel southeast a little, then directly east with a bend north, and cross through Indiana and Michigan. I don't have a map - but I have paper and pen - I can draw the way the land moves."
    She took out the paper and pen and did her best to draw a good makeshift map. "Do you think you can get us there with a compass?"
    "I do. I also think we should stay down here another day and night. They'll be moving out soon up there, and when they do, they'll leave only a few sets of troops for patrol. We'll have a much better chance of the plan working." Connor informed.
    "Okay," Lawton agreed.
    They set a veering course southeast, and followed the pipes. They didn't speak much, but saved their strength for running. After about ten miles the tunnel they were following stopped with no break off tunnel. There was another blue door halfway up the wall and this time the ladder extended back up to another metal disk.
    "Is that the way out?"
    "Looks like the end of the line," Connor put