Army of Trons

"It's very late," Professor Atticus said, walking at such a brisk pace down the dark hallway that Max had to jog to keep up with him and the others.

"But before we slumber, I must show you one last thing. Tomorrow is perhaps the biggest day any of us will ever face—and I want you to know exactly what's at stake."

He paused in front of a steel door with a heavy bolt thrust through its lock. He reached out and slid a small, two-inch peephole open, the scrape of metal piercing the air.

"I want each of you to look in here for as long as you can stand it. Then we will speak one last time before we say good night."

Professor Atticus stepped aside and gestured for Hana to go first. As she peeked through the small slot, Max saw her body go rigid and her hands clench into tight fists. She finally looked away after several seconds.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she yelled, looking accusingly at everyone in turn. "What's wrong with him?"