Sci Fi Novels & Stories

A weeping mess would have had him running for the hills. "Where are we going?" she said, before he could think of an answer to her previous statement. "Back to the city." "Hiding in plain sight?" she asked. He glanced over at her, but she was looking out the windshield. "Something like that. We're going to a secure apartment." "Secure?" "Like a SCIF." "Ah. I think I know what that is—Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility."