Zara’s fingers brushed the stale chocolate bar she’d saved from her meal tray. She hated how Pathos always saw the human angle. Logos hated it too.
She slipped out, heart in her throat, and walked—not ran—toward the service stairwell. Behind her, Henson unwrapped the chocolate. The cameras cycled back. No alarms. Not yet. escape plan dual audio
“I’d rather not fake a heart attack,” Zara whispered. Zara’s fingers brushed the stale chocolate bar she’d
Henson’s eyes flicked left, then right. He leaned in. The gap between cameras yawned open. heart in her throat
As she lifted off, alarms finally blared behind her. Red light washed over the loading bay.