The pot of liquid was glowing.
A bell chimed.
“Congratulations!” rang out Fitzy’s familiar voice. “You’ve escaped!”
A door hidden in the wall swung open, revealing Fitzy and Louis Augustus Russell.
Sierra’s mouth fell open. Beck had actually done it.
“Crikey, Beck, what a ballsy move!” said Fitzy. “How did you solve that final puzzle so fast?”
Beck shrugged, his gaze fixed on Sierra. “I thought of what the Game Master said before we started. The best teams have the best chemistry, right? And when we met up, I noticed our different lab coats matched some of the liquids. So . . . I figured those had to be the colors we were supposed to pick.”
Sierra looked down at her own red lab coat.
The best teams have the best chemistry.
She knew the Game Master’s clues were important. And yet, with the adrenaline rushing through her veins—and her distraction at wondering what her teammates would think when they saw her— she’d forgotten all about it.
“Sierra,” said Fitzy, sidling up, microphone in hand. “What do you think about being back onThe Escape Game?”
Everyone waited for her answer, including the Game Master, who had a carefully neutral expression. She grabbed the mic out of Fitzy’s hand, ignoring his “Oi!” of surprise.
“You want to know how it feels to be back?” she said, staring straight down the barrel of the robotic camera. “It feels fantastic. Not only is there a bigger prize, but this time, I’m in charge. And I’m not going to let anyone get in my way.”
Interview Room: Alicia Angelos
SEASON FOUR
END OF SNAG ROUND: DEM BONES
Alicia Angelos sits in the interview room, still in the IndianaJones–style outfit she’d been wearing for the round. While her leather jacket is draped over the back of her seat, the pink fedora remains on her head. There’s a smudge of dust on her cheek.
“All righty, Alicia, before we get started on the play-by-play, what did you think of the snag theme?” Fitzy’s on the other side of the table.
“Got to admit, the catacombs creeped me out. In the gloom, making the skeletal jigsaw . . .” Alicia shivers and wags her finger teasingly at the camera. “Louis Augustus Russell, you have a sick mind, buddy.”
Fitzy chuckles. With his wavy, sun-bleached hair, breezy linen shirt, and a shark tooth pendant around his neck, he looks ready to hit the beach. “Do you think your team was good enough tosnaga few snags?”
After a giggle and a finger-twirl of one of her twin blond braids, she says, “Yeah. I think we did great. But you probably know better than I do.” She leans forward conspiratorially. “How doyouthink we did?”
“You know I can’t share trade secrets.”
She shrugs and leans back. “It was worth a shot.”
“What do you think of your teammates?”
Her hazel eyes dart to the camera. “They’re lovely. And clever. Our achievements in the snag round proved we could work together. I’m optimistic we can go all the way.”
“You’re up against some tough competition, though.” Fitzy presses a finger to his earpiece. “Word is, one of your opponents has dropped by to say hello.”
There’s a brief wrinkle in Alicia’s charm.
A door behind her opens. A pale, raven-haired girl stomps in.
“Hey, sis.”
Savvy viewers might notice, if they pause at precisely the right point, that Alicia’s eyes widen when she hears the voice, her shoulders lifting with a sharp inhalation. But she whips around so quickly, it’s almost impossible to spot.
