"Well, what do we do now? The bunker's sealed off, and too far to reach without being seen."

"I have an idea." Harry hisses, picking up a stick.

He tosses it about 3 feet out. He then picks up a rock, and tosses it on top of the stick. The stock cracks, and he grabs my arm, and bolts for the bunker. We tumble head-over-heels, landing on our bunks next to Bella and Clara.

"Oh. Hey."

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