Ryan remarked as they watched Jordan stumble off the sands with the help of a medic. “She didn't kill him,” Alex said. “They're Betas. They're here to show off their skills with no serious injuries. What she did... It was brutal.” “Maybe she didn't have a choice.” “There's always a choice.” Alex opened her mouth, and Ryan was expecting to hear an argument. Instead, he was surprised by her words. “Run or walk?” she asked, suddenly distracted. “What?” Alex subtly gestured behind her to where an usher was making his way down the aisle checking for ticket stubs. Ryan looked for a way to escape. “What's the plan?” he asked. Alex’s mind always worked faster than his. “Head in the direction of the concession stands then go out that exit,” she said. “Make it look like you're stepping out to make a call or something.” “And what will you be doing?” he asked. She smirked at him. “I'll be sneaking out through the lockers again.” “We can't both go out to make a call?”
