Bombs Away

Chapter 15 - Time

Harry's POV

"We need to get this operation on the road, I'm not sure how much longer we can last in here," I fervently whisper to Drew while Amber is in the bathroom.

"What the hell do you want me to do? They've gone dark!" Drew points harshly towards the direction of the door. "My contacts were supposed to get here four days ago. I can't help whether or not they are a few days late. Don't worry, Harry," He clasps a hand on my shoulder. "We'll be outta here in no time."

I run my hands through my hair. "Quit using secret agent language on me. Your contacts?"

Drew smirks. "That's classified."

I groan. "Fuck you man, fuck you!"

Drew laughs, and then gets serious again. "I do promise you, they should call soon. They warned me that they wouldn't unless they had a solid plan. So the silence is good. It means that they are coming up with something good."

He proceeds to sit down on the couch and pull out a sheet of paper. "In the mean time, we need to go over the routes to get out."

I join him, huffing as I come into contact with the stiff cushions. I'm tired of this place. Obviously I am. After all, Amber and I have been here for about a month... I think? I long for fresh air.

Amber walks out of the bathroom and sees Drew and I. "Were you going to start without me?" She pretends to be offended.

"Now why would we do that, Amber?" Drew grins at her. They have gotten along very well, which would normally worry me. However, their relationship seems almost brother and sister like; Drew acts as if he has some obligation to protect her, outside of his job.

"I still can't believe the way you got the schedule, Amber. You're brilliant," I kiss her cheek as she sits down next to me, right on the bruise Harper gave her. Don't get me wrong, once I get one glimpse of that bastard, I won't hesitate to wrap my hands around his throat. But, even so, Amber was brave, smart, and definitely useful in getting us the piece of paper.

I guess you can say Amber and I are doing good. Ever since that first kiss, things between us have only gone up. Well. As 'up' as you can get in this hell hole. Every night we stay up talking until our eyes simply cannot stay open any longer. Kisses here and there, but we have been mostly focused on getting out. I'm kind've worried about what happens when Amber and I get back into the real world... Will it still be the same? I really hope so, because I do feel very strongly for her.

"Okay," Drew spreads out papers: The one Amber stole, a few maps, and a list we have been making of ideas. "These are the best times to get out. The guards on duty at here, and here, aren't very great."

He points to a couple of names on the list, all on the job at about 7 pm. "In order to time this right, we need to make sure we get out when the weakest guards are on duty outside you guy's cell. That would be Doug, Zach, and Jacob. That's at 6 o'clock every other day. Today, it's not them. Tomorrow, it will be, and so on. We've got a small window here, since there are many more security personnel farther along the line that we possibly keep track of."

"How many guards are on duty at a time, again?" Amber questions, staring at the map of the stadium.

"'Bout 70," Drew says.

"Seventy?!" Amber gapes. "How did Harper recruit that many people to go along with his psycho plan?"

Drew shakes his head, "People will do crazy things for money, I guess."

For another twenty minutes Drew runs us through everything again and again to make sure we have memorized it. By everything, I mean land marks in the halls such as paintings or pictures so that we don't get lost, to where the security is the tightest.