I asked. “I overheard some boys. One of the boy’s father is a guard and came home talking about it. They chased Brock to the ocean. They thought he drowned; he didn’t.” “How do you know?” I asked. “Because Brock won three ribbons in swimming for the U.S. team. I recognized him from the feed I watched as a boy. I saw him get those ribbons. It would take a hurricane to drown him.” “Do you think he left us?” I said. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe he just hid.” “I hope he’s okay.” Han looked at the stage where Tracy and the mostly empty chair that must have been Guido were sitting. “What's going on with them?” “Captured,” I said. “They are to be executed tonight.” He looked up worried. “Which means we are planning to break in, rescue them, and escape today.” “Do you have a plan?” said Han. “Unfortunately, I do,” I said. “Is it a good one?” “I have no idea. I’m not as confident as I used to be.” “Confidence is overrated,”
