[ WP ] Every person in the world undergoes a `` goodness '' test . It 's designed to give a score from 1 to 200 , where 1 is pure evil , and 200 is an angel in human body . Then the world is divided into 200 zones , where people can live among their own kind .

The digital counter on Kenzie's wrist made a quick chime and shot up from 158 to 167 as she pulled the trigger. Quite a jump up. It had taken forever to get from 150 to 158. She did n't think that he would be worth that much, but was more worried about getting ready for the Zone Cross. Although Kenzie had been in the fifteenth level for a while, she had n't gotten cozy with how the Patrol would react to this. The last Zone Cross the Patrol assumed her goodness monitor had failed. These things stung just a bit to get forcibly ripped out and replaced. The 140s sure liked to follow protocol that were a pain in the ass. 
 
 
 Kenzie's thoughts were interrupted by a groan eminating from in front of her. Shit. Mr. Wiendren was still alive, and clearly in a good amount of pain and very bloodied up from the interrogation. What a poor, little man. Kenzie hear a chime. 164. She had considered leaving the sick man to suffer, but she'd rather not lose the three levels to her own satisfaction. 
 
 
 `` Listen, since you've been so cooperative and let me know his number... and where you're keeping your current stock, I'm going to let you....die quickly.'' Fear reignited in Wiendren's eyes for the last time in his life, and she fired a second shot. Kenzie's wrist had started a 10 minute countdown. She needed to start working quickly. The Patrol had be sent her location by now and apparently their closest outpost was n't very far. Back under 100 the countdown was a number that you could practically double, but the bureaucracy of the upper level meant that the Patrol would be within seconds of their travel time. 
 
 
 Kenzie ran out of Wiendren's house and jumped on her bike. The docks were only about 5 minutes away. And that's where she would find them. Locked up in a warehouse, poor girls stolen from the 5th level, Kenzie's old home. By the time she got there, the patrol could handle the rest. She already learned from the level jump before this one her sister was n't in this zone still, but she'll keep moving up until he got to him, the Angel himself. Mr 200.
