He pulled on his beard. “Three years’ worth. Maybe four. But just for me.”
Juliette did the math. “Let’s say two hundred people made it over, though I don’t think it was that many. What’s that? Maybe five days?” She whistled. A new appreciation for all the various farms of her old home dawned on her. To provide for thousands of people for hundreds of years, the balance was meticulous. “We need to stop hiding altogether,” she said. “What we need …” She studied the faces of these few who trusted her completely. “We need a Town Hall.”
Raph laughed, thinking she was joking.
“A what?” Solo asked.
“We need a meeting. With everyone. Everyone left. We need to decide if we’re gonna stay hidden or get out of here.”
“I thought we were going to dig to another silo,” Raph said. “Or dig to this other place.”
“I don’t think we have time for digging. It would take weeks, and the farms are ravaged. Besides, I’ve got a better idea. A quicker way.”
“What about those sticks of dynamite you’ve been hauling? I thought we were going after the people who did this.”
“That’s still an option. Look, we need to do this anyway. We need to get out of here. Otherwise, Jimmy’s right. We’ll just kill each other. So we need to round everyone up.”
“We’ll have to do it back down in the generator room,” Raph said. “Someplace big enough. Or maybe the farms.”
“No.” Juliette turned and surveyed the room around her. She saw past the tall servers to the far walls, saw how wide the space was. “We’ll do it here. We’ll show them this place.”
“Here?” Solo asked. “Two hundred people? Here?” He seemed visibly shaken, began tugging on his beard with both hands.
“Where will everyone sit?” Hannah asked.
“How will they see?” Elise wanted to know.
Juliette studied the wide hall with the tall, black machines. Many of them clicked and whirred. Wires trailed from the tops and wove their way through the ceiling. She knew from tracing the camera feeds in her old home that they were all interconnected. She knew how the power fed into the bases, how the side panels came off. She ran her hand across one of the machines Solo had marked with the days of his youth. They had added up to years.
“Go to the Suit Lab and grab my tool bag,” she told Solo.
“A Project?” he asked.
She nodded, and Solo disappeared amid the tall machines. Raph and the kids studied her. Juliette smiled. “You kids are going to enjoy this.”
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With the wires cut from the top and the bolts removed from the base, all it took was a good shove. It went over much easier than the comm hub. Juliette watched with satisfaction as the machine tipped, trembled, and then crashed down with a bang felt through her boots. Miles and Rickson slapped hands and whooped in the manner of boys destroying things. Hannah and Shaw had already moved on to the next server. Elise scampered up on top with a boost from Juliette, wire cutters in her hand, Puppy barking at her to be safe.
“Like cutting hair,” Juliette said, watching Elise work.
“We could do Solo’s beard next,” Elise suggested.
“I doubt he’d like that,” Raph said.
Juliette turned to see that the miner had returned from his errand. “I dropped over a hundred notes,” he told her. “Couldn’t write more than that. My hand was cramping. I sprinkled them around so some will be sure to get to the bottom.”
“Good. And you wrote that there was food up here? Enough for everyone?”
He nodded.
“Then we should get that machine off the hatch and make sure we can deliver. Otherwise, we’re going to have to raid the farms above us.”
Raph followed her to the comm hub. They made sure the smoke wasn’t curling up, and Juliette ran her hand along the base, feeling for heat. Solo’s hovel was metal on all sides, so her hope was that the fire didn’t spread past the pile of books. But there was no telling. The fallen hub made a horrible screech as it was shoved to the side. A cloud of dark smoke billowed out.
Juliette waved her hand over her face and coughed. Raph ran to the other side of the server and made as if to shove it back. “Wait,” Juliette said, ducking out of the cloud. “It’s clearing.”
The server room grew hazy, but there was no great outpouring of smoke. Just a leak from what had been trapped down there. Raph started to lower himself into the hole, but Juliette insisted on going first. She clicked her flashlight on and descended into the dissipating smoke.