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"THERE ARE 382 PEOPLE INSIDE THIS MOUNTAIN. If any of them realize you're not one of us, you're dead," Maya informed them as they walked through the corridors of the compound. They played it natural and tried to not make it look like they were talking like they were all best friends. They remained professional and stared straight ahead as she used her key card to unlock the elevator for them "We're on level two. The dorm is on five. There's a camera in the upper right-hand corner. Keep your head down."
They stepped inside, and Bellamy stood in front of the Bishop girl, using his hat to shield them both from the eyes of the camera. The doors were about to close when a man in a suit came running over to them. "Hold the elevator." He stepped inside and faced the front, addressing the girl that he knew, "Hey, Maya. You know, I missed you in my expressionists class."
"Yeah. I — I had some work to do," she stuttered out, and it was obvious that she was not the best at lying. She probably did not have the need to very much, if at all.
"Ah. I'll get you the notes," he assured her, leaning back a bit to wink at her, and she smiled and nodded gratefully. She suddenly furrowed her eyebrows, and Ivy followed her gaze to see Bellamy clutching his gun. The Bishop girl slapped his chest lightly and shook her head, and Maya did the same. There was no need to kill that man. He seemed nice, and he did not know who they were. He was just hitching a ride on the elevator. They came to a stop, and Maya gestured for them to get out, but before they could, the man pointed to the back of Bellamy's neck. "Hey, you're bleeding. You okay?"
Thinking quickly on her feet, Maya grabbed his handkerchief and placed it to the spot on the Blake man's neck. "You were exposed. We need to retrace your steps and find the breach." She glanced at her teacher and nodded toward the door as the three of them stepped back inside the elevator. "You better go. Roberts, help me."
"What about you?" the man questioned worriedly as Ivy moved to take Maya's place and held the cloth to Bellamy's neck, responding to the fake name taped to her clothes. Her friend shot her a worried look, but she tried to remain confident that their plan was working. Whatever they did, they could not get split up.
