The corridor was emptying out rapidly. Glen could hear smashing noises from the ground floor.
Apparently the People were already in the building, beginning their day of destruction. He thought gratefully of his private apartment, tucked away in the impregnable heart of Government House. Of course, it was closed off to him too on this day; but at least it was safe from the mob. They would get mainly the chaff to destroy.
"I'm heading for the upper levels," Hillary said. "Even if the safeties open later up there, it takes longer for the mob to penetrate. There's enough breakable and burnable stuff at the first few levels to keep them busy for a while. Coming?"
Glen had just seen Joan Bourne emerge from her office and lock the door. He headed toward her. "I'm going to stay near some out-of-the-way safety in this area and hop in when it first opens. I don't feel like running from the People," he called back with a bravado he did not really feel.
"Suit yourself." Hillary was already at the stairs. He paused for a moment. "And good luck."
"Thanks," Glen said. "Good hiding."
Joan had been listening, and met him in the middle of the corridor. "I think you've got the right idea, Glen. Want some company?"
He smiled, and brushed her cheek with his lips. "You know the answer to that, Joan. For life."
"This is hardly the day to bring that up again." She took his arm, and they turned off down a side corridor. "Besides, I thought our relationship was very nice as it is," she pouted.
"It is. I'm just greedy."