Maya's POV

"This way," he whispered, leading us toward the admin block.

A few students still lingered around the gardens, but no one was near the main offices. Most of the staff had probably left after the memorial.

We moved swiftly, staying in the shadows as we moved along the building side. Regan led us to a service door, one that was little used. He attempted the handle, locked.

"Wait," he said, digging in his pocket. A small kit of tools.

"You know how to pick locks?" I asked, ...