As we hustled down the hallway together I was able to gather that Bruce’s ability was tied into some sort of special code sight. Rachel sent me images of him manipulating computer code and frequencies, as if plucking it from the air and his mind to piece it together and do his bidding.

Campbell led the way, his elbows aimed out and brushing the walls as he plowed forward toward Hall E.

But they knew (and thanks to Rachel I soon did) that we had a tough way ahead of us. So first we ducked into a slight alcove at the end of our hall, with the three of us huddled around Bruce and his computer while Campbell jutted out into the rest of the hall. I wanted to keep track of what Bruce was doing, how he was able to understand and alter the lines of code in front of him, but I couldn’t help staring at the goliath of a man who had punched through the door and freed us.

It seemed like Campbell’s veins were ready to burst through his skin. Every major muscle was bulky, but he held himself smoothly, swaying gently as he waited.

After a few minutes of clacking away at his keyboard Bruce finished with a flourish. Together, the remaining metal clips and manacles dropped from everyone. Suddenly I felt as if I could slip from my body at will, control what I’d barely started to understand.

But Bruce still didn’t look happy. I didn’t need Rachel to tell me that he was worried about Sara.

Without saying a word we all packed up and headed down into the stairwell. Campbell shrank himself down to an almost normal size and followed.

We clambered down and I was surprised at how many floors we went down. Apparently we’d been kept on a floor labeled as L.

But we hit a snag at G. A fence ran across the landing just beyond the door. And it was humming. I was most worried about how we’d get past it now that I was starting to hear heavy footsteps behind us. I was starting to wonder if I could put my powers to any helpful use.