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Chapter Twenty-six : Break Out Tomorrow
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Lynn Vandestine
"What time is it?" Kramer asks in a low tone.
"Twelve thirty five," Lynn answers.
They are waiting behind a generator room, hiding themselves in the dark, staring at the infirmary building. The guards standing at the towers are keeping watch with their shotguns, flashing the whole area. Lynn shifts uncomfortably in the ground, trying to keep the mosquitoes away from him.
"Why aren't they coming yet?" Kramer says.
"There must be something wrong," Lynn scowls. "The drain__ the drain under the infirmary, what if they can't open the trellis? Or__ I don't know what's happening. But I think we should go," he pulls out the loaded gun from his jeans pocket.
Kramer pulls out a gun from his coat, too, with a silencer, "Okay, let's go together."
They walk through a very narrow, dirty way behind the generator box, to avoid the towers' flashlights. They are careful to not make a sound or an appearanc
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