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Footsteps like those of a marching army told me Maya was taking the prisoners somewhere. I turned to see Mick unlocking a gate that blocked off one end of the vaulted passage. Soon the raggedy crowd was streaming through it. I followed them. I knew they planned to disrupt the games and that had now become my own objective. I could only hope we got there in time to save everyone. I ran to the front and joined Maya, Mick, Jed and Jon. We strode along at a furious pace.
‘Where are we going?’
‘The Armoury. We’ll give them all kinds of hell.’
We passed a few guards along the way. The prisoners, who’d been well-briefed and were highly motivated, swarmed over every guard we encountered and overcame each one of them within seconds. The billy clubs the guards were armed with were no match fo
