Pacing back and forth in his room, Noah continued to go over the game plan in his head.
We’re actually doing this, he thought. We’re actually breaking into a teacher’s office. What are we about to find in there…?
A knock at the door startled him, but he crossed over to open it in just a few quick strides.
“Hey,” Naima said quickly in greeting, moving swiftly inside the room. Noah shut the door behind her.
“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” Noah asked, looking her up and down. She had donned an all-black outfit, with a long, black turtleneck sweater and matching leggings with boots. “We’re not robbing a bank, you know.”
“We might as well be,” Naima said, placing a hand on her hip. “That white t-shirt of yours is going to attract attention.”
“I’m trying to blend in and look c
