The gray t-shirt and jeans are a mission to get on. My mind is blank in this damp scented bathroom. I can't think even if I wanted to.

My head feels empty.

She hands me my fake ID, a wad of cash and a black kids size backpack with the grenades inside.

'The address you wanted is on this piece of paper. Memorize it if you can. I am going to trip the lights in ten minutes you would have at least five to get out of here. Good luck Mia."

I nod, take the thick heavy rope ...