"You're far more nervous than me. I should be the one trembling, right?" Ghael smiled, not genuinely, a teasing one.
"I'm not trembling."
"Of course you're not." he said with a tone ending a nonexistent argument. "Oh right, what about the cops?"
Amity tilts her head but face in front as they walk. "Chairman didn't elaborate but I think Pen has done something about that, you can't escape being in jail."
"Thanks,"
"Tsh. Triple the punches, I told Jasmine and Esme. Penelope would never use her hands." she smirks.
"What then?"
"A bat."
"You guys—!"
The two went down the familiar platform and silvery walls. A man guides them inside after taking Amity's pass. They are soon being guided towards the waiting area, to what Amity remembers looks like a waiting shed minus the chairs on the
