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We get back in the elevator and exit on the sixth floor. I limp a step behind Trent and Chris, cursing my throbbing ankle and ribs. I do not have time to be injured right now.I shrug. “Got in a fight with a guard. I’m okay.” Adam gives me a wary look like he’s going to argue, but Chris speaks into his headset. “We’re ready, Zoe.” “Okay, lighting it up now,” she says. We move down the hall to the lab and wait in front of the door. I lean against the wall to ease the pressure on my ankle and toss the bag of chloroform rags to Chris. There are only two left, but we shouldn’t need more than one. Zoe’s voice crackles in our headsets. “Fire in the hole.” She’s got one of the smoke bombs Adam made and should be setting it off in the air duct above the lab. Once the smoke enters the room, th
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