Chapter Eighteen
As impressed with themselves as they were, the team knew they couldn’t go another round against an even bigger group of bone-breaking thugs.
“We need to get out of here,” Reggie said.
“Agreed,” Sam said.
Joel eyed the group pouring into the room. “Any idea how we do that? They’re sort of blocking the only exit.”
Sam let her mind go blank. She took in every detail of the situation—the gang, the environment, the Notches’ state, anything on hand they could use as a weapon. All the information filtered through her brain until it spat out a solution.
She darted across the room, perpendicular to the gang. She said nothing to the guys, but they weren’t so stupid as to sit and wait for direction. As soon as they began to run, the gang set off after them.
Whatever Sam had pl
