“I’ll make it,” Ran said, pulling the sheath over his back and putting the knife at his waist. “Where’s everyone else?”

“There isn’t anyone else,” Clara said. “Just me.”

“But how are we going to get Giresun?”

“That’s not the mission. I get in and get you out. That’s it. Giresun can wait for now.”

The Special considered this, then nodded. “What’s our escape?”

She told him the plan and the two quickly entered the hall, body stockings changing from black in the dark cell to dark gray in the wet stone hallways. Ran was more than happy to go.