Page 18 of Until We Weren't

Faith suddenly laughed. “Would you look at us,” she said. “We were running for our lives, but neither one of us dropped our notebooks.”

Destiny looked at the notebook in her hand and joined her laughter. “Always focused on the job.”

“Here’s the number for the project manager who was giving the tours,” Faith said.

Destiny started to punch in the number and groaned. “Oh, fuck. I don’t have any service.”

“What!” Faith exclaimed, taking out her own phone. “I don’t either. What do we do now?”

Destiny raised her brows. “I’m not going out there.”

Faith scoffed. “Duh, I know that. Neither am I.”

Destiny walked around the small shack, trying to see if there was service in another area. “Nothing.”

Faith sighed. She walked over to the window in the back of the building and stared out. “I don’t see another soul.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“What about our friends?”

“Oh, one is staring menacingly at me while the other is sitting, staring at the door,” Destiny replied.

“I don’t get how their handlers couldn’t have seen them take off after us,” Faith said.

“They must have already been gone,” Destiny said. “I noticed people leaving and looked at my watch. It was just after six o’clock then. I hurried back here to find you and that’s when I saw the dogs.”

“That gate guard said they lock up at six on the dot,” Faith said. “He wasn’t fucking kidding.”

Destiny scoffed. “No shit.”

“Wait—you hurried back here to find me?”

Destiny turned away from the window to look at Faith. “Yeah, you said you’d meet me in the back of the building. I kind of detoured to the others along the walkway. I didn’t mean to take so long. Sorry. Maybe if I’d gotten back here sooner this wouldn’t have happened.”

Faith smiled. “I did the same thing.”

“Did you have plans tonight?”

Faith furrowed her brow and stared at Destiny. “What?”

Destiny sighed, but she was smiling. “Will anyone be wondering where you are and come looking for us?”

“Oh,” Faith said. “Sorry.” She shrugged. “Nope. Amy was locking up and checking with the crews before she left for the day.”

Destiny turned back to the window and gazed at the dogs who were still standing guard outside the shack.

“How about you?” Faith asked.

Destiny shook her head and let out a discouraged breath. “It’s going to get hot in here,” she said, wrestling with the window.

Faith tried to open the window in the back, but couldn’t get it to budge. “This one is stuck.”

Destiny looked around on the floor and found a screwdriver. “Do you see anything we could use for a hammer?”

Faith rummaged through the random stuff in the corner and found a flat piece of iron. “How about this?”

Destiny took it and tried to pry the window open by holding the screwdriver under the metal frame of the window and hitting it with the piece of iron. Every time she hit it, the screwdriver slipped. She turned to Faith and looked her in the eye.

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