The PlanWe can’t just sit here,” said Bicepa. She had been tied to a pillar. “We have to do something.”
A lot of time had passed and Bicepa had said this at least half a dozen times in different ways.
“I don’t know,” Briana replied quietly.
“Briana, you’re the head of logical thinking.”
“I know, I’m trying to figure something out.”
Bicepa waited patiently for her friend to think. But her patience wore of in less than a minute.
“Briana, how do we escape?” Bicepa muttered under her breath. she received a split-second glare.
“I don’t know!” Briana snapped loudly. “Perhaps I would if you didn’t annoy me!”
“QUIET!” said the leader, looking up from his game for the first time in an hour. He maintained his smirk so much, Bicepa couldn’t help wondering whether he had taken lessons from Mia
