22:18
We burst out of the lab. Lynne is already in the hallway, waiting. She grabs Adam’s arm. “Did you get it?”
“Yeah, we got it.”
There’s no time to say anything else. We rush down the hall and into the stairwell. My ankle throbs as I limp down the stairs behind the others, and after six flights, my ribs hurt so bad I almost want to lie down and die right there. Chris throws open the door to the parking garage and we dart inside.
“Freeze!” the police yell. “Hands up!”
Two cops stand in front of a police car, their guns pointed at us. No batons this time. Panic spikes in my blood. There’s no way out of this without getting arrested or shot. But with our time in the future running out, we can’t afford to do either.
A lighter flicks, and then Trent lobs one of the smoke bombs at the c
