Word Count: 90,142
Summary of Events:
Charlie was woken up in the night by a sound that turned out to be Mr. Meyer trying a key card in the door; with Kingsley's help — being as Pierce slept through her knocking — Charlie rescued the occupants of the room the key card opened from what was surely certain death. Oakley was blamed by Mr. Meyer for the rescue, even though Oakley had no clue that it had even happened, and Mr. Meyer killed six people trying to get Oakley to confess. Charlie was invited to a meeting of the initial plotting group of Nigel, Trey, Rylan, Pierce, Kingsley, Grady, and Oakley, with the addition of the two men she'd helped rescue and two other halfpipe riders she recognised, where Oakley despaired . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
""We should still try at least, no?" Grady asked.
"What's the point?" Oakley asked.
"We don't all die?" Trey suggested.
Oakley sighed. Charlie felt distraught to think that he was ready to give up. She knew it was frustrating, but she thought he was the sort of person who would fight through to the end.
"We have to get out of here," she said.
Oakley looked at her, which was actually somewhat unnerving because of the fact that his left eye was still quite swollen, as well as being purple, yellow, brown, and blue; not that the lack of fight in his right eye made it any better.
"Then what do you suggest?" he asked.
"I don't know," Charlie replied. "How many plans have you guys tried to disarm him?"
"Um, none," Rylan replied.
"I didn't think so," Charlie said. "I mean, canvassing the other floors to see how many people are willing to fight is probably a good idea, but what are you going to do with that data?"
"We could always reorganise rooming arrangements or something," Trey said.
"So as to?" Charlie asked.
"Get a floor full of people who are willing to fight who can ambush him and get the gun and knife away," Rylan replied.
"I almost had both," Oakley spat through his teeth, sounding like he was saying it to himself because he was mad at himself.
He laid back on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Charlie looked at the rest of the group. Aside from Nigel they looked rather disoriented.
"It is something," Nigel said, looking at Trey. "I think we should still canvass the sixth floor just to check, and also the second, then maybe we can move the bodies before supper and find out who they are so we can find their families later and apologise for our responsibility."
"There's enough of us that we could split up into two teams for canvassing simultaneously, and maybe even spare a couple people to do body cleanup while we're at it," Grady said.
"Charlie's not involved," Pierce said. "Even if she's canvassing, there might still be bodies belonging on that floor."
"I'll clean up bodies," Oakley said. "I'll get Dr. Reimann to help me, he's done it before."
"So then we can have five on the sixth and five on the second," Grady said. "And then we divvy up the rooms."
Charlie looked at Pierce. He let her go and nodded to the door. Charlie nodded and walked toward the door. She peered through the peephole to be sure the coast was clear before returning to her room, where Orelia let her in.
It sounded like there was something of a plan, but no one seemed to really be behind it, which troubled Charlie. How were they going to get out if they weren't unified with a plan?"
Pronunciation:
Reimann: ryeman
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