Cress was getting antsy.
The royal nuptials were slated to being in a mere
twenty-seven minutes, and as far as she could tell,
all guards and security personnel were still very
much at their stations.
On top of that, she and Wolf were running out of ways to
make themselves inconspicuous without having to relocate
to their seats.
So far they'd each nibbled at the prawn hors d'oeuvres being
waiter-passed.
(Cress: one, Wolf: six), taken turns excusing themselves to
pretend to use the washroom while really trying to discern
if any of the guards appeared concerned about a potential
security breach, and three times Cress had had to laugh
dreamily and hold Wolf's hand in order to get some loitering
female admirer to mosey on.
It was the most impressive acting she'd ever done, because
touching Wolf made her uneasy and it was difficult
to imagine him making any jokes.
"Maybe we should start thinking of a Plan B," Cress
murmured Cress murmured when she noticed that
the symphony had begun replaying their set.
"Already done." said Wolf.
She peered up at him. "Really? What is it?"
"We continue on to the security center as planned.
I just have to knock out a lot more guards between
here and there."
She chewed on her lip, not terribly enthusiastic
with Plan B.
Then— "There. Look."
She followed his gesture.
Two guards were speaking with their heads lowered.
One had badges indicating a significantly higher rank.
He pointed down a corridor, in the direction of the
research wing.
Well, it was really in the direction of just about anything,
but Cress hoped he was talking about a disturbance in
the research wing.
That would mean that the others had made it inside
and raised the alarms.
A second later, the two guards left the ballroom.
"Do you think they've done it?" Cress said.
"Time to find out."
Wolf offered her his elbow and together they meandered
out into the main corridor.
The remaining guards paid them no attention as they
turned down a connecting hallway.
Cress kept repeating the instructions that she'd memorized
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Cress
Teen FictionTheir best hope lies with Cress, a girl trapped on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's being force to work for Queen Levana, and she...