The right moment approached with heavy footsteps and a lot of huffing and puffing. Oliv heard someone approaching from outside the door, running up a hall that was anything but abbreviated. They must be in a pretty big building. The punchline came when a girth-challenged man burst through the door. He had short, red hair and was wearing a hunter green sweatshirt. Olive would have been shocked if the tag on the sweatshirt collar had less than four Xs on it. The portly fellow blurted out one, simple statement that caused immediate chaos, though Oliv didn’t understand its import. “The Buckeyes have found us!” All three of Oliv’s captives jumped to their feet and ran to different parts of the room. It wasn’t a panic. They seemed to be about specific tasks, like this was an emergency they were ready for because of countless drills. They returned after having retrieved automatic weapons, one of them with an extra, which he gave to the fat man. Oliv decided that now was a good time to make her break.
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