Ocean: I’m good to go. I’ve been playing with them all week. Magic and I tested them over some no fly zones, and she was able to keep me off their radar.

Magic: Of course I could. That shouldn’t even be a question.

Ocean: The real question is are you ready, Rebel?

Me: Always.

Ocean: All the way ready?

Me: Yes, Mom!

Magic: I really want to ask how you got your hands on dynamite so easily, but I’m not gonna.

Me: Me? Ask Ocean how she taught me to make a bomb in about three seconds.

Ocean: We all have our skills. Now let’s put them to use shall we?

Me: Going dark.

I send the message before I clear out the chat to slip from my bed. Normally I’d have Magic cover my trail from leaving the house, but I’ll have to deal with the fallout later once my brother or Gilly realizes I’ve snuck out and back in. I trust Ocean and Magic, but I don’t let anyone near the tech within our family home.

Plus, they might not notice. The house is still in a rebuilding phase after we got into a small war with another family. I’d been pissed at the time when my windows had gotten blown out, but now I’m rather thankful. I was here when it was put back together and the new alarm system put back on them.

I grab my black bag, slinging it on before I double check my 9mm. I slip it back into its holster under my hoodie and pull my gloves on. I’m going to need them–and not just for the fall.

I remind myself to give at the knees when I jump out the window from the second floor. I let the palms of my hands help brace me as I hit the ground. They also help me push off so I can take off at a dead run toward the trees.

When I get to the stone wall that lines our home, I scale it quickly, the gloves giving me the help I need and protecting my hands. Ocean was right about these things. As promised, I spot a car waiting for me a short distance away.

“Hey.” I knock on the window.

“Megan?” the man asks.

“Yeah.” He unlocks the door, and I slip into the back. “You already got the location?”

“Yep.” The Lyft driver takes off. I pull my phone back out.

Me: Megan? Really.

She was the biggest bitch at our prep school. Her father was a senator or some shit.

Magic: You got your ride. That’s all that matters.

I let out a breath and try to relax. Being on home lockdown has been hard for me. I got to finish school remotely, but idle hands and all. Sometimes I peek into the dark web. Okay, not just sometimes.