“All the material arrived last week,” Tony said as he sat with Kirstin in the rear of a secluded café near the art museum.
“Have they started digging?”
“Yes, and they’ve made a lot of progress.”
“How are they doing this?” she asked. “Especially without being seen.”
“They’re working from inside a warehouse,” he explained. “As long as they’re careful entering and exiting, even the guards in watchtowers won’t notice them.”
“Are you helping them dig?”
“No, not really,” he said. “But it’s fascinating to watch. They started by cutting a square in the concrete floor. Then they dug vertically twelve feet or so and inserted a wooden ladder.”
“I wish I could see it,” she said. “I’m so appreciative. All those people working for me and a handful of others to escape.”
“They’re also doing it for
