Tyler and Tansy finally stepped out of the room after changing clothes, each wearing one of the blue uniforms they had found inside the closet. The fabric fit surprisingly well despite clearly being made for people from another era. The material was smooth, light, and far more comfortable than anything woven in Sector 11.
Tyler adjusted the collar and glanced at Tansy.
"Do you think this will work?"
Tansy looked down at herself, tugged once at the sleeve, then shrugged.
"If not, we run."
Her answer was simple enough that Tyler did not bother asking further.
They walked carefully toward the corridor.
The moment they stepped past the doorway and entered full view of the corridor, Tyler instinctively glanced upward. At the far end, the small ceiling-mounted camera rotated slightly and fixed itself on them.
For one tense second, neither of them moved.
But nothing happened. There was no alarm or anything
No armed droids rushing toward them.
