CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“What is that alarm?” said the Giver, looking around in surprise. “Is there an intruder?”
“It’s me,” said Switch, lowering her hands from her ears as she looked around hurriedly. “They must have found my empty cell. I—”
“Attention all crew members of The Atlantis!” a voice in a speaker in the back right corner of the ceiling suddenly boomed. “Prisoner Nineteen’s cell on Deck Two is empty and Prisoner Nineteen herself is missing. All guards must abandon their current duties to find her, but be warned, Prisoner Nineteen is dangerous.”
Switch would have liked being called ‘dangerous’ under other circumstances, but under these circumstances, she didn’t know if being called ‘dangerous’ meant that she would be killed or just beat up really badly if any guards ran into her.
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