The next few days passed by in a hive of activity. I spent every available second, before and after my shift researching all the elements that needed to be done for the final stage of the plan. In between researching, both Vazar and I practiced honing my mind-reading skills, but they decided to take a backseat for a while, yielding no results. We both guessed, I needed to be put under pressure for it to work. We would deal with that later, once we had executed the escape plan successfully.
Just as Vazar had predicted, there were many hurdles in our plan. The first one was identified early on when I discovered that no matter how hard I try, I wasn't allowed access into the security room. They lady who cleaned it was meticulous about her routine and would reject all offers of assistance in
