76’s eyebrows crest over the top of his visor, arched in both skepticism and surprise. He wants to ask where the heck he got that—please don’t say it’s something you made and brought for yourself, Gabe. He’s trying to have faith in you.

There will be time to ask about that later, if he remembers. For now, all he can do is heft his rifle and have it at the ready as the heavy book comes crashing down on what he’s sure are pressure plates.