Ocean and I tiptoed to the door after thoroughly raiding Ricardo's pockets for anything of value - being weapons or anything that could've contributed to violence. There were two things of value that we found: a handgun, and a syringe filled with a clear liquid - a general anesthetic, I assumed. We had also got a hold of the knife from beforehand; and we split the weaponry unevenly amongst ourselves. She held the syringe in her bra and the knife in the band of her underwear, while I held the gun in front of me.
I was leading us both. I was the frontman.
"Olive, what if there are men outside of the door? What if the door has an automatic lock? What if we're still stuck in here?" She queried rapidly, the questions flying out of her mouth one after the other.
"Well, I can tell you that we
