CHAPTER 40
Shelley slapped a hand against the center of his chest stopping Jeff in his tracks at the edge of the running lanes. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected here on level three of her silo, but this wasn’t it. A seriously equipped gym filled the center of the room. Machines of every description, weights, rowers, steppers, and spin cycles. There were rings, climbing ropes, parallel bars for gymnastics and even a vaulting horse. It was all surrounded by a banked, four-lane running track that hugged the circular perimeter that was the silo’s wall.
A bright orange bowling ball shot out from behind the stairwell, missed their toes by inches. It rolled, no, it raced along the banked running track riding evenly in the second lane the whole way around the room. Almost back to them, a small
