Brit, with its barred windows, looks more like a juvie prison than a high school. The main building is enormous. But Dany runs full out – not holding anything back. She is almost at the steps – the ones leading down to the track – when Bricker finally calls out. A beat later, behind her, she hears the guard’s heavy steps in pursuit. Still, Faraday hasn’t outed her – and that buys her an all-important fifty-yard lead.
The guard, she knows, will never leave the school grounds. She’ll lose him once she hops the fence – but that’s a good two-hundred-yard sprint.
Still, Dany can make that in her sleep.
Hitting the schoolyard fence at a run, she clambers up, and though her arms are hot with pain, she’s over it in a second. In truth, using her muscles feels good, even if her scars hate her
