Diana glowered at her for a moment, but she knew Margot was right. She sat back down grumpily. “Fine. We learn their weaknesses, and then we bust out. Okay?”
“Yes, Diana. We all want to get out of here too,” Cam said. “Don’t worry. We’ll get back to our friends soon.”
Diana kept scowling, but she knew she’d get her way eventually. Chester came back into the room to give the kids a tour of the facilities, pointing out the gardens where they grew vegetables, the chicken coop, and the other livestock in pens. It felt a little bit like they’d walked into The Village, with everyone dressed in old-timey clothes and staring a little too much at the newcomers. Owen counted fourteen people, ranging from small enough to be carried by an elder to, well, elders, so old and wizened that they looked l
