Theron glances between us.
“So hypothetically,” he says.
“If wearebeing trafficked… what do you think the plan is?”
Archie tilts his head.
“You’re asking that like you’re brainstorming.”
“I am,” Theron says.
“Great,” Archie mutters.
“Let’s brainstorm our kidnapping.”
I rub the back of my neck.
“Those three guys that we all saw before we lost consciousness,” I say slowly.
“What if those guys were… like buyers or something?”
Both of them look at me.
Archie makes a face.
“Okay, I officially hate that theory.”
Theron’s jaw tightens.
“But it makes sense.”
The three of us fall silent again.
Somewhere across the room someone quietly starts crying.
I stare at the floor.
“So… what do we do?” I ask eventually.
Archie shrugs.
“Escape.”
“Great plan,” Theron deadpans.
“Very detailed.”
Archie gestures toward the door.
“Well unless one of you secretly has averyspecific set of Liam Neeson skills, we might have to improvise.”
Theron glances at him.
“Dude, what’s with these straight references, pick something gayer, like, I don’t know, Charlie’s Angels. And FYI, you’d be the worst hostage in a movie.”
“I would be the funniest hostage,” Archie corrects.
He leans closer to me conspirationally.
