Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.

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As if to confirm her words, the roof of a building came into view over the top of the trees. The top of the building wasn't what he had expected; it was more rounded, like a series of grain silos side by side. With each step, the building came more into view and then they came to a clearing and the whole structure was visible. Compared to the newer Genetitech building, it was very industrial in appearance; it was the dull gray of concrete and looked more like a bunker than a research facility. From the outside it blended right in with all the other buildings in the area. It was actually a little disappointing. He wasn't sure what he had expected the building to look like, but this drab utilitarian structure wasn't it.

"The entrance is right over here," Moira said.

"How are we going to get in?" Linc asked, this problem occurring to him for the first time.

"I know the door code. As long as they didn't change to keypad when they shut this building down, it shouldn't be a problem," she said.

"And assuming that the keypad is still on," Linc said.

This was suddenly feeling like a fool's errand. It seemed unlikely that Moira's password worked after all this time and now they had wasted a couple of hours they could have been using putting distance between the gunmen and themselves. He had been willing to go with her idea at first, but now he was thinking of all kinds of issues with using the decommissioned building as their hideout, number one being the doors, but followed closely behind the fact that there wouldn't be any food for them to eat either. He thought about pointing this second problem out to Moira, but the whole door lock issue was going to take care of it for him, so he figured he would just let it go. 

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