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There was no way I was going to stay and take the rap for Muffin. I didn’t have time to sit in jail. There were lives at stake. As long as the lights stayed off just a little longer, we’d be out of the building.
“Where are we going?” Mya asked.
“I don’t know.”
I hurried around obstacles, knocking into a few. Orders were being shouted, but I didn’t hear any of them. All I could focus on was my escape.
“Aren’t we going to get in trouble?” Mya asked.
“I will. You’ll be fine.”
I found the door and pushed it open into the dark night. Only headlights from cars streaming by lit the walkways. A driver blasted his horn at another driver who didn’t stop at the intersection, now devoid of traffic signals.
“It’s dark everywhere,” Mya said.
Was the entire city down? I really didn’t understa
