"Do you think he'll be okay?" Ameilia asks me.
"He seems like a tough bastard, I'm sure he'll be fine. But we need to focus on getting out of here and calling the cops," I whisper that last part. He isn't being obvious about it but I'm sure Jackson is listening.
"I kind of get the sense that they don't want us to."
"Yeah, I got that too. But they don't have a say in what it is we do or don't do. We aren't calling the cops on them, we would be calling to help them. What if this s.hit blows back on James? What if the guards decide to spin a different story about what happened there to punish him or something? It would look suspicious if we only spoke out then, as opposed to nipping this in the bud now." I see a phone on the office desk and reach for it, when there's a huge commotion outsi
