The damp, sulfurous stench of machine oil and wet canvass hit my nose first as Frayer shoved me flat against the corrugated metal bed of his utility transport. Heavy duffel bags, spare tires, and stiff tactical tarpaulins were piled over my back until the weight pressed the breath right out of my lungs.
"Don't move, don't breathe, and if you have to sneeze, bite your tongue till it bleeds," Frayer grumbled under his breath, slamming the rear tailgate shut with a heavy metallic CLANG. Dude was still annoyed with me for getting him involved in this, but f**k him, because he was the one who insisted on escorting me. I sighed, wearily, unable to cool my pounding heart.
If we got caught, we were screwed. At most, Frayer would get a demerit. I would be expelled. I just hoped that the guards tr
