Beck could practically see Adi’s brain doing acrobatics as he tried to figure out what each letter would be in reverse.
“W-A-N-T-O-U-T . . .”
“Yes,” Carter whispered. “This is it.”
“T-W-I. . .”
Beck pressed his fingers to his temples, visualizing the letters as Adi read them out.
“S-T-A-N-D-S. . .”
Sierra played with her lip piercing.
“H-O-U-T.” Adi paused. “That’s it. What did that say?”
“Want out? Twist and shout,” the rest of them said in unison.
Adi balked. “Literally?”
With a shrug, Beck jumped into the center of the room and belted out a very off-key rendition of “Twist and Shout,” a song his parents loved. He sang at the top of his lungs, simultaneously twisting his hips and waving his arms in the air.
The rest of his team . . . did not.
“Oh, comeon,” he said, holding a hand out to Carter. She spared a self-conscious glance for the cameras, then squeezed her eyes shut and started awkwardly swinging her hips side to side.
“That’s the spirit!” cried Beck. “Come on, Sierra!”
With an exaggerated eye roll, Sierra raised her arms into the air and started waving them around. “Something, something, twist and shout,” she mumbled.
“You’re a star!” shouted Beck. “Now take it away, Adi!”
Adi stood in the corner, watching them with a look of unadulterated horror.
“No,” he said.
Until Carter shimmied closer to him and grabbed his hands, pulling him onto their imaginary dance floor. Adi made a face but didn’t resist as Carter spun under his arm, and Beck squawked out the lyrics, and Sierra kept her expression completely blank while twisting her body . . .
“Oh god, anything to make it stop,” Adi said. Then he took a deep breath and joined Beck for the big finale. “Come on and twist a little closer now, and let me know that you’re mine!”
The lights turned off again, plunging them into darkness. The clown’s voice came over the speakers,“Now wasn’t thisfun? Come back and play with me again soon!”
Then—a square of light as one of the mirrors creaked open, revealing a laughing Fitzy on the other side.
“Team Helsing, you have escaped! And what a truly memorable escape it was.”
Interview Room: Alicia Angelos
SEASON FOUR
END OF ROUND THREE: AN A-MAZE-ING CHALLENGE
The camera focuses on Fitzy and Louis Augustus Russell standingoutside the door to an escape room, smiling as a sweaty Alicia Angelos joins them, sporting knee and elbow pads. Her crop top is black. Her helmet is pink.
“Did you enjoy that?” Fitzy says as he holds the mic out for her.
She props her hands on her hips, still puffing as she responds. “I regret volunteering for the dexterity challenge.”
“You were great,” Louis says. “As Game Master, I’m very proud.”
