Friday night, we would break into Pause. This Friday night. Kendra had formed a solid plan with maps and charts she'd left in the dead drop. Ryan had finished my mask. Everything was set.

I was terrified.

In school on Friday, I couldn't stop fidgeting. Neither could Ryan. In business class, he bounced his pencil up and down on his notebook, tapping out a nervous beat. He caught me looking in the middle of our teacher's lecture and gave me a slight nod and a ...