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The fluorescent lights buzz, a constant drone beneath the panic. I sprint past, shouting over my shoulder before my voice gets swallowed by the maze. From a dented locker, I hear Flom's muffled snicker. Tucker and I corner him, mocking his hideout. Then Eli's transmission slices through the static—he's found a door leading down to a flooded level teeming with things that move in the dark. I look Flom dead in the eye and tell him it's safe. The lie hangs for a second before I admit it, just as Tucker's scream echoes down the hall. Now I'm crouched, patting the grimy floor, because I definitely dropped my juice somewhere.