The two carloads of rebels cruised nonchalantly past the Administration Center and pulled into a private garage a little beyond.
"What are we stopping here for?" Brian demanded. "We've got to get away."
"That's just what we're doing," Crystal snapped. "Everybody out."
The rebels piled out and the cars pulled away to become innocuous parts of the traffic stream. The rebels seemed to know where they were going and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into the garage's repair pit.
She fumbled in the darkness a moment, then a darker patch showed as a door swung open in the side of the pit. They filed into the solid blackness after her and the door thudded shut. The beam of a torch stabbed through the darkness and they clambered precariously down a steep, steel stairway.
"Where the dickens are we?" Brian whispered hoarsely.
"Oh, you don't have to whisper, we're safe enough here. This is one of the air shafts leading down to the old mines."
"Old mines? What old mines?"
"That's something you newcomers don't know anything about. This whole area was worked out long before Venus Consolidated came to the planet. These old tunnels run all under the city."
They went five hundred feet down the air shaft before they reached a level tunnel.