Dawson thumped his scanner. ‘What’s our time datum?’
‘1930s, judging by the state of those.’ Marian pointed to two bikes leaning at the tunnel’s entrance. ‘It’s the right kind of place to hide a Relativity Raft.’
Dawson put his ear to the tunnel wall. ‘Maybe the tunnel is the ship.’
Marian smirked. ‘They wouldn’t trust you with anything this large.’
‘I didn’t break the ASM-9!’
‘So you say.’
A distant whirring silenced further objection from Dawson.
Marian stepped back against the tunnel wall as the sound grew into a man on a bike. He whizzed past them and out into the daylight.
‘System Control hates us,’ Marian muttered.
Dawson resumed his scan and the instrument beeped.
He redirected it and it beeped again. He looked to Marian. ‘They wouldn’t..?’
Marian looked down the scanner’s line of sight and back to the tunnel’s entrance.
Dawson raised it again to triple check the data.
Marian ran for the red one.