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Eve bit her bottom lip anxiously, her leg bouncing up and down quickly, as nerves took over her body.
"Eve, you have to stop worrying about Kit, he'll be okay." Dean started, the man noticing Eve's panic.
Eve met his concerned gaze. "He won't, and you know it."
Dean sighed, the man placing a hand on her bouncing knee to comfort her. "I'm trying to be optimistic."
"That bastard's got him locked up in solitary in a straight jacket for hours on end, Dean, how can I not be worried?" Eve frowned. "He's only here for one hour a day, and then he's gone."
"It'll be over soon, okay?" Dean replied. "And besides, he's on his way now, just make the most of it."
Eve released a sigh at his words, the woman hesitantly nodding as she did so.
•
Eve, Dean, and Kit noticed Lana walking down the stairs, the tape and her patient file in her hand.
They knew they had to distract Thredson long enough for her to escape.
"We made Lana swear to us that she would never tell us where she hid the tape." Eve spoke up, catching Thredson's attention.
"So talk to her." Thredson responded as he began to walk away, Kit grabbing his arm before he could, catching his attention.
"She won't listen." Kit spoke simply.
"Trust us." Dean added.
"She's a very spirited girl." Thredson replied, his eyebrows furrowed. "If anyone can reach her, it's you three."
Lana successfully walked past the group, the woman closing her eyes in elation as she left the building.
"Okay." Kit nodded, dropping the subject, now that Lana was out. "I'll try."
An orderly tapped Kit's shoulder, the man nodding as he got the message.
•
"Mr Walker." The Monseigneur started as both him and Kit sat down at his desk, Kit now wearing donated clothes instead of scrubs. "I can't tell you how pleased I am that justice has finally been served, I'm only happy to have been a small part of that."
