Leo guided Jax through the pipe, past sleeping guards and automated turrets. Hemmings whispered hints— wait for the third flicker of the searchlight, use the mop bucket as a distraction, don’t trust the inmate in the orange jumpsuit. Each tip unraveled a layer of the game Leo had never seen.
He played through the game again. And this time, he didn’t run for the fence.
“Whoa,” Leo breathed.
“C’mon, Jax,” Leo whispered, clicking to make his pixelated convict slip out of Cell Block D.