Chapter 94: Hannah's army.

Hannah gripped the fence with both hands.

Sixty-three sets of eyes were locked on her.

Around them, bunk beds, chairs, anything not cemented down had been torn up and fashioned into some kind of weapon.

They'd waited for this moment, when it was the quietest. Dad had always told her the prime time to hit a military target were the early morning hours before dawn. It only made sense it would also be the best time to stage an escape.

"Okay, one more time. Everyone listening? I'll count to three and everyone push." Hannah paused while Rachel translated her words into Spanish. "We all know where the fence in our cell is weakest. Focus there. Some will be able to crawl out and they can hold the opening for others. When everyone is out-we don't leave anyone behind-we send the elevator up to the top floor as a distraction and take the stairs. From there, we go through the side entrance, not the front."