3 minutes left. I paced outside of the main entrance to the school—the meeting place, just a few seconds away. I had shown the message to Gareth as soon as I received it then dashed out of the auditorium, but he had caught up to me and told me to, “Wait. Stay here, okay? Just one second,” then he ran back inside.
That was 2 minutes ago. My hands had gotten cold and my feet wouldn’t stay still, so I walked in circles. The card in my pocket suddenly felt heavy as it brought along with it the fear for what was about to come.
Finally, I heard footsteps fast approaching and saw Gareth sprinting towards me.
“The agents are in the auditorium, preoccupied,” he let me know as he checked his watch. “We barely have 3 minutes left, come on.” With adrenaline clearly rushing through him, he grabbed
