Maybe it was true, or maybe the   
Cat didn't want to tell me the real    
story. Her friends were really bank    
robbers, and they were in prison, and  
that's who we were supposed to help    
escape.                                
     I had to chuckle about that for a 
second. What an absurd idea, I thought,
and that got me chuckling again.       
     “What's so funny?” the Cat asked. 
     “I was just laughing at the idea  
that your friends were in prison for   
bank robbery, and that's who you want  
us to help escape.”                    
     “It's a reasonable assumption, I  
guess,” the Cat said after a couple    
seconds of silence.                    
     “What does that have to do with   
the mice?”                             
     “Nothing really. It just proves   
* how resourceful they are,” she said but  
had that worried look again.           
     “And now, you have to go. Tomorrow
we finalize the schedule, and then I'll
be free! But now, you’ve got to leave.”
     When I did, the door slammed shut 
behind me with an almost silent        
whooshing sound.                       
     “I hope you’ve got a good plan,” I
heard her holler through the vent.     
     “Roger that,” I said, and then    
went to my second room, cleaned it, and
grabbed the frozen mice. The Oh Oh Room
didn’t have any, but that wasn’t       
unusual.                               
     After dropping them off in that   
freezer down in Shipping and Receiving,
I had to run to my assigned station on 
the Clean-Side.                        



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