Override (Glitch)

completely cool, a total professional at this. She closed the door behind us.
    The lights clicked on, and I gasped.
    “It’s just the motion sensor,” Xona whispered, then allowed a smile. “Don’t be so tight, girl.”
    She went around Taylor’s desk and began rifling through the papers tacked to the board all around the imaging panel.
    “Bet if she knew we were in here she’d rethink her paper obsession,” she said.
    I nodded. “Ginni says it’s because Taylor thinks paper is safest. There’s no way it can be hacked digitally, and the Foundation is their most secure location. Secure to outsiders at least.”
    Xona pulled on one of the drawers in the desk.
    “Locked.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “When there’s a lock, you know the good stuff’s hidden inside.”
    I went over to the closet on the left side of the wall. It had an old manual slide door, and I opened it easily. “Well then I guess this is a very good thing.”
    Xona popped her head up from behind the desk and let out a low whistle. “A safe!” She hurried over to me. “The General sure likes her Old World stuff, huh?”
    I crouched down to get a better look at the wide three-by-three-foot box that took up the entire floor of the small closet. I closed my eyes and raised my telek. It took a little longer than normal for the buzzing to sound in my ears because I was so anxious, but it finally came. I cast around the box.
    “How do we open it?” I asked.
    Xona pointed at a circle turnstile on the front and frowned. “It’s an antique. No one bothers learning how to open these things anymore. We should have brought Rand. He could have melted through it.”
    “Yeah, along with whatever’s inside,” I said sarcastically. I finished my sweep of the surface with my telek. “If it’s an antique, what is this wire on the back for?”
    I could feel that it lead from inside the box straight into the wall.
    Xona swore. She stood and felt quickly up and down the door frame of the closet. Her hand stopped about midway in the frame. “I should have known.”
    “What? Should have known what?”
    “That opening the closet door would trip an alarm.”
    I pulled back as if stung.
    Xona was still crouched down, whispering furiously. “Of course. She mixes in the Old World stuff to trip you up so you don’t expect the tech.”
    The buzzing in my head eclipsed Xona’s voice. Taylor was going to know someone had broken into her office. We couldn’t change that. But we could still make sure it was worth it.
    I projected my telek inside the box and felt the outline of a stack of thin sheets. More paper. And then I saw a vial of liquid perched above the papers and sensed vibration like a ticking noise.
    Then the ticking stopped. It must have been counting down. I felt the first crack in the vial before I could react.
    “No!” I clapped both hands to the sides of the safe to anchor myself inside. I surrounded the shattering vial with my telek just as the first drop of liquid beaded through.
    At first I was afraid it would be like the fire and I wouldn’t be able to hold on to it. But the liquid had enough surface area that I was able to catch it all with my invisible lasso, holding it in the shape of the splintered vial.
    “Get back,” I said through gritted teeth. Obviously we weren’t getting out of here without Taylor knowing, so there was no reason to try to be smooth anymore. Xona moved out of the way. I let the buzzing build in my ears and then ripped the door off the safe. I was still careful not to let go of the liquid or let a drop spill. Now that the door was off, I could see what it was. Acid. If I’d been touching the liquid with anything other than my mind, I’d have been badly burned.
    “Take the papers out,” I instructed Xona, my heart thumping in my chest now.
    She reached in carefully and retrieved them.
    I raised the door gently off the floor where it had landed. Xona’s eyes were wide as it floated past her and fitted it back onto the hinge as best I could. I forgot how much my glitcher power unnerved her sometimes.
    Xona handed the papers to me. “Let’s go.”
    I flipped through the top few pages. There were charts and schematics, none of which I immediately recognized. Xona headed for the door when I noticed my blinking arm panel. “Wait,” I said. “Ginni’s messaging—”
    But Xona had already opened the door. Three ex-Regs stood in our path, tranq guns pointed toward us.

Chapter 24
    XONA TENSED