Alexa's pulse pounded in her ears. The words still echoed in her mind.
*"Hold on. Not much longer."*
The undercover cop had spoken so softly, yet it had shaken her more than any threat from the Instructor ever had. For the first time in years, hope had been dangled in front of her. But hope could be dangerous.
She glanced at Amira. The girl was staring at the closed door, her expression unreadable. But Alexa knew better. She could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands curled into fists against her restraints.
Alexandra stirred beside her, a weak moan escaping her lips. Alexa immediately turned her focus back to her. "I'm here," she whispered, brushing damp strands of hair from Alexandra's face. Her friend's skin was clammy, her body barely strong enough to remain conscious.
Amira shifted slightly, her chains clinking. "He was telling the truth," she muttered.
Alexa nodded. "But how long until they act?"
Silence.
They had been taught to be patient, to endure, to never show weakness. But right now, every second felt like a lifetime. The uncertainty gnawed at Alexa.
What if something went wrong?
What if the Instructor found out?
The cell door didn't open again for what felt like hours. The cold seeped into her bones. The single overhead light flickered occasionally, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Then—footsteps.
Not the same as before. Heavier. Slower.
The door creaked open, and Alexa instinctively tensed.
Not the guard.
The Instructor.
His piercing gaze swept over them like a predator surveying its prey. He stepped inside, the air in the room growing colder with his presence.
Alexa forced herself to remain still as he walked up to her. He crouched, his face inches from hers. His lips curled into a smirk.
"You look… expectant," he murmured. "Are you waiting for something, Alexa?"
Her stomach twisted, but she didn't react. She couldn't.
The Instructor chuckled, standing to his full height. "Good. I was worried you were growing weak." He turned to Alexandra, his expression hardening. "A shame about this one, though. She's barely hanging on."
Alexa clenched her fists.
"Perhaps it's time to let go of the dead weight," he mused, tilting his head.
No.
She wouldn't let that happen.
Not now.
Not when help was so close.
The Instructor let his words hang in the air before stepping back. "You'll be moved tomorrow," he finally said. "A new facility. A new purpose."
A chill ran through Alexa. This wasn't good.
They had to escape.
And they had to do it soon.
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving the three of them in heavy silence.
Amira exhaled sharply. "Change of plans," she murmured. "We can't wait for them."
Alexa tightened her jaw. She knew Amira was right.
If the rescue wasn't coming soon…
They would have to make their own.