"So we're trapped here," Amy said. "I'm not clear on the f*****g details as to how he's doing it, but I guess it doesn't really matter at this point." She glanced at Lynn, who shook his head. Anderson shook his when she shifted her gaze to him. "Damn it."
Becca was frowning hard enough to put heavy lines in her forehead. "The hex box drains people, but how does it run? I mean, all machines need their own form of energy to do their job, right? So what powers the motor of a hex box?"
"I really don't want to know because I have the sinking feeling I'm part of the answer," Anderson replied, then heaved a long sigh. "I suppose there's an easy way to answer that question."
Lynn frowned. "You're not-"
"Don't," Anderson said sharply. "I'll be fine. And worst case, I'll be stuck in bed for a bi
