The guard—Corporal Henson, nameplate read—ambled by. Zara held up the candy bar. “Hey. You want this? I’m not hungry.”
Henson’s eyes flicked left, then right. He leaned in. The gap between cameras yawned open. escape plan dual audio
“I’d rather not fake a heart attack,” Zara whispered. The guard—Corporal Henson, nameplate read—ambled by
“Shut up, both of you,” she muttered, faking a cough to cover the sound of the speaker crackling to life. The guard—Corporal Henson