We had to act fast, before anyone realized what was happening, and as Rook nodded, we both moved.
He slammed his chair into the one-way mirror, the glass shattering and echoing through the room. As the guards rushed in, we made our move.
The chaos gave us an edge and we used every trick we knew to avoid detection, knowing we had to get out before the station went on lockdown.
When we made it out, we sprinted across the parking lot, dodging patrol cars and shouting officers.
On foot, we sprinted from the station's parking lot and hit the street, the sound of sirens growing fainter in the distance the further we fled.
"Where are we going?" I shouted over the thumping of our footfalls.
"The Hideout," Rook answered.
When we arrived at the bar, it was in shambles. The smell of spilled be
