Samia Returns to the Hideout

Samia returned down Main Street towards the hideout. The others had found their way into the house. There shouldn’t be any hiccups with the escape; it was much easier getting out of that place than in.

The hideout was in sight, she was nearly home safe.

She took the long brass key from her pocket, and slipped it into the lock-

“Excuse me, miss,” someone said from behind her.

She turned around, seeing a couple of city guards, one holding a lantern.

“Can I help you?” she asked, trying to sound innocent.

“If you wouldn’t mind, we’d like you to come with us.”

Samia gulped. Had the others been caught?