I looked at sanders, then at the door, then the gun.
“My arms are small enough that i can reach through the wire,” i mused quietly, “but i don’t have my lockpicks anymore. i’ll need something to destroy the lock.”
Sander’s eyes flashed, “like gunpowder?”
i stole a glance over at the gun. “exactly like gunpowder.”
i could've gone outside to take a walk, but i know that i wouldn't've come back