She’s coming weekly now. Hell, twice a week. A pathway on the spiderweb of escape patterns in his head lit up with cerulean-blue light. Drake followed the path, each strand a piece of the puzzle, and most of them held together only by what he thought Warden Storm would do once he set the plan in motion, and found that the light stretched all the way back to the mainland. He gripped the paper hard enough to tear it in half. A bubble of excitement rose up from his stomach and into his throat. All that’s left is to … try. The excitement soured at that thought, and felt a lot more like falling into a tank of mutant sharks. Still, Drake knew his time was close at hand. Later that night, he told Irene and Tristan he wanted to get a better look at how they transported the crates and containers from below the eastern platform to the top of the southern platform for loading. So from their hideaway they moved up through the vents, level by level, until they reached the highest point of the eastern platform.
