We waited another minute, then Andrew peeked out. He looked up and down the street.
“Come on.”
We took off running as fast as we could, toward the academy.
It took us ten minutes to run the last mile or so, but then we found the front gates closed and locked. We stood, staring at the huge padlock.
“Now what?” Andrew said.
“I have no idea where…” Liz began, but she was interrupted.
“This way,” someone whispered from behind us. “Quickly!”
We turned to see one of the senior cadets standing with his back pressed against an oak tree. He was a master sergeant, with four stripes on his right sleeve. We stared at him, not sure what to do.
“Come on!” he snapped.
He ran to a clump of bushes beside the fence. Not knowing what else to do, we ran to follow him. The senior then led us around to
