Amelia's heart beat against her ribs as she unfolded the note in her trembling hands. The access code, scribbled in Michael's familiar handwriting, was their key to freedom, or at least a fighting chance.
She glanced towards the technician, still engrossed in his tinkering with the printer. Now was her chance.
With a deep breath, she rose from her chair and approached the lone computer terminal in the corner of the library. Her fingers danced nervously across the keyboard, entering the access code Michael had provided.
A tense silence followed. Then, a flicker of hope – a new folder appeared on the desktop, labeled "Secure Upload." Relief flooded Amelia momentarily, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of anxiety.
She needed to act fast. The technician could finish any minute, and th
