The Mental Ward - The Invasion Begins (26)

The control box was heavier than Emery expected. She grunted as she lifted it in her arms and hurried into the hallway toward the elevator.

Beth trotted beside her. "Where are we going, Emery?"

"We're getting you out of here." She stopped in front of the elevator, setting the box on the floor and flipping a couple switches.

"You're letting them in?" Beth asked.

"Yes. They can get in the lobby now. And we can use the elevator." Emery pushed the button in the wall and the elevator came to life. As the doors slide open, she shoved the control box inside. "Are you coming, Beth?"

Beth ducked into the elevator and eyed Emery. "You're not going to give me to them?"

"Of course not. I told you I would get you out of here."

"Why?" Beth wrinkled her nose.

Emery counted the floors as the elevator dinged passed each one. "If one of my sisters were here, I couldn't leave her -- not with those kinds of people after her." Emery reached out, brushing Beth's short hair away from her eyes. "You're kind of like one of my sisters."

"You're brave."

Emery shook her head. "No, I'm not."

The elevator reached the top floor. Emery stooped to the box and opened the stairwell door on the ground level. "Come on, we have to hurry."

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