"Did you ask her?" Mike asked, joining them.
"What we thought," Kelli answered.
"Both sides put out a lookout for you, and the army-type said the feds had issued two lookouts," he said to Lana. "I'm pretty sure these jets aren't here for anyone else. They must've tracked you somehow. You still want to get across the river?"
"Yes," Lana said.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to bring this upon you."
"They're prepping to take you across now." Mike motioned for her to follow.
Lana went, troubled that someone had discovered her and endangered the lives of those in the town. She'd been safe for ten days on her own; maybe hacking into the fed system to change her profile was enough to draw the attention of someone working for General Greene.
The tunnel grew narrower as they moved away from the chambers. Jake trotted behind her, his nails clicking on the concrete floor. The metal lair was much cooler than the air above ground, and water stained the walls on one side of the tunnel. She guessed they were paralleling the river. They walked for fifteen minutes before the tunnel intersected with another. Mike took them right, and the air grew even cooler. The tunnel ended at a thick metal door. He opened it. There were three PMF soldiers inside and a small submarine.
Lana looked at the soldiers uneasily then to Mike.
"Be careful," he said.
"Thank you, Mike," she replied and stepped forward.
One of the soldiers opened the submarine's door and climbed in. Lana squeezed herself and Jack into the small space behind him. With Jack beside her, the tiny compartment was crowded. The soldier touched his thumb to the navigation control board. The engines purred to life.
"I can take you to the dock on the other side. A friend can take you beyond the security measures. We can't do more than that, though, without drawing the attention of the feds," the soldier told her quietly. "This is one of our smuggling routes. We hook a few submersible containers to the back of the sub."
"It's a good one," she said, looking around her in the submarine. She pulled out her micro as they traveled at the bottom of the Mississippi. Everything west of the river was blank. She had no authority to access anything and no ability to see the emerops facilities or fed facilities.