Vulcan closes and locks the door. We can hear the beep as he sets the alarm. Both of us remain frozen until his footsetps have faded and we know he can no longer hear us.

"Well, crap." I dedpan. "What are we going to do?"

"About being locked in here or about how our original plan is a sure fire way to kill all of humanity?" Damian sounds exhausted, like he doesn't want to think anymore and just wants to sleep. Too bad we don't do that.

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I flop onto the couch that is probably more expensive than my degree, "Second one."

Damian follows my lead and takes the armchair across from me. "Mhmm," he agrees, "that does pose a problem."

It's gonna be a long night.