Inside the hidden room, Draven, Jake, and Sasha were seated on broken chairs, anxiously discussing their next move while Clark and Clinton devised a plan. They understood that the terrorists had taken control of the academy and that remaining in their hidden refuge was their safest option. The minions were diligently searching every nook and cranny, rounding up students and staff members and herding them into the main hall.
"Let's wait it out until the king gets his head out of his ass and comes to our rescue," Clark growled, frustration evident in his voice.
"What if we try to make a run for the exit and escape this place?" Clinton suggested a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"No, they've probably secured all the exits. We'd be caught immediately," reasoned Clark.
