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She locks it.

A bullet strikes the metal door.

The girls scream.

“Down!”

Everyone drops.

Another bullet hits.

Then another.

The guard outside begins shouting into his radio.

“Woman is loose! Hostages are out of their rooms!”

Well.

So much for quiet.

I look around.

Fourteen girls.

One unconscious guard.

One handgun.

One door.

This isn't exactly the escape plan I wanted.

Jasmine is staring at the radio.

“What?”

She holds up her hand.

We listen.

“Move the van!”

Static.

“Get the first group out now!”

Another voice comes through.

“Navarro wants Brooks alive!”

Me.

Lily crawls closer.

“Are you Brooks?”

“Yes.”