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Why is it always me who has to lead the b****y way? Why can’t it be Ginge? He’s supposed to be the cocky one. And he’s bigger than me.
The door locks behind us as we step out onto the deserted corridor. I feel so exposed out here, and with the door shut, it makes things a hundred times worse. We start to creep along the red carpet, in the opposite direction from when we first came. Ginge has a hand on my shoulder, like a blind man following a guide. We can’t see any Necs. Can’t hear any screams or moans, just the gentle hum of machinery in the distance. Maybe it’s coming from the kitchen. There has to be one close by. That buffet came from somewhere.
We pass four other VIP rooms, all with the doors closed. I can’t resist stopping outside one of them to listen for movement. I still ca
