Chapter 31
The rest of the day passed in a blur of shackling politeness. Although I hadn’t been able to speak to any of my team mates, my illicit cell phone vibrated repeatedly in my pocket. And when I begged for a bathroom break, I discovered I’d been added to a walkie-talkie-enabled group chat.
Lupe: Report in.
Ryder: Barracks room fifteen is a dump. I’ll manage.
Tank: I’m your neighbor in fourteen.
Butch: My room has no number. Turn left from the dining room, take the first right, then walk to the end of the hall.
Tank: Athena?
A pause, then:
Lupe: My lock has been repositioned so I can’t be penned in. Yours?
Butch: No lock.
Ryder: Got a lock...and lock picks. Thanks, A-bear!
Tank: No picks here. My roommates say they’re locked in every night.
After another pause, he’d added
