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DAY 20
The tiny chapel was filled to bursting with people who took up almost every inch of space on the pews, people who spoke in hushed voices. Their conversations filled the air with a constant buzz, but they all went deathly silent when they saw her.
Anna stepped up to the edge of the dais, setting her jaw as she looked out on the crowd. She nodded once. “We did it,” she began. “My multi-tool finished decrypting the files this morning. We know where they’re storing the weapons.”
Hundreds of eyes stared at her. No one said a word. And she knew why. Talking about forming a resistance felt nice, but if things went sideways, these folks could hedge their bets and say they had nothing to do with it. Until now. Now, they had to commit.
“Which means,” she went on. “We move on to the ne
