As they read through the journals, all hell breaks loose once again. Rochelle takes 
the call, though Marka can’t hear the other person over the alarm.
“What’s going on?” Marka yelled.
“Blondie escaped,” Rochelle said. “She took out her guards. No clue how. She was supposed to be shackled.”
“Was she still wearing her own clothing?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Bitch had a key stashed. Or something she could pick it with.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Cause that’s what I would do, if I was her,” Marka said. That’s what Frank would do. “I have to get out of here, Rochelle.”
“It’s not safe out there.”
“It’s not safe in here. She knows where I am. Frank might figure it out. Do you really want to get caught in the Clash of Titans?”
“What do you mean, honey?”
The alarm stopped suddenly. Marka still felt it in her ears…
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