"We can’t get there. Security’s too tight," Luna said, her worry as evident as Kesha’s. "What about you, F?"

"Same here. Too many guards downstairs."

I closed my eyes for a moment, shutting out their voices. I needed to think of a way out. There had to be a way. I couldn’t let them bring me down.

There were seven of them, all armed. I suspected three of them carried extra guns at their waists; their uniforms were different from the others.

And now that I thought about it, there were no ...