In a matter of seconds, I had the keys in hand. Good.
Sweet.
The cockroach that had brought me the thread helped me figure out the keys that would work, traveling over them to eliminate the ones that were too large, acting as an added digit to help sort through them and putting the right keys between my fingers. It guided the end of the keys into the lock. The first key didn’t fit, too large.
Worm; or: 72 Interesting Uses for Cockroaches
The second unlocked the cuff.
I guess the help of the cockroach allows Taylor to avoid the rule of three.
I hurried to unlock the cuff on my left hand, flexed my hand and arm, rubbed at my wrists.
I pulled the covers off, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and gingerly tested them against the ground. They supported my weight.
😀
The relief was palpable. Almost something I could feel, making me want to hug my arms around my body in quiet joy.
Careful, you’ll prickle yourself on your cactus arm.
But my priority was getting out of here. Not so easy, with the amount of capes and PRT personnel around. No windows around me, but if I stepped outside the curtain and into the main area, I risked running into someone like Legend or Armsmaster.
It’d be kind of funny if all three were right in front of the curtain entrance as she came out.
Hm. New crack theory: What if they wanted to make this happen, for the remaining Undersiders to prove their skills as masters of the escape, and that’s why it “works better if all of you are kept in the dark as long as possible”? Seems quite unlikely, but it’s a fun idea.
I was assuming from what Panacea had said that they had been treated for the injuries that had taken them out of the fight and were up and about.
Yeah, sounds about right.
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