.:chapter four:.
Yet again, Angel came up against a wall.
"It's no use," she whispered, hiding behind the bush with Gazzy. "No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to read their minds."
Anxiously Nudge frowned. "Are you sure? Maybe they're not even there. We can try around the other side…"
Saddened, Angel shook her head. "It's not that. They're there."
"If we don't get any information, we won't be able to break in," her brother added in, shuffling in his crouched position. "Fang and Max are already working on other details. We all need to know what's going on before we launch an attack. Iggy will have to come and see what he can hear if you can't hear anything, though that's not as good. How do you know there are people there?"
Angel rested her head on her knees and mumbled through the curtain of pale curly hair that fell over her face. "It's like…for example, a normal person's mind is like a glass ball. It is perfectly transparent and you can see inside. But the whitecoats in there, it's like their minds are glass balls as well, except it's opaque so you can't see anything."
"Then-"
"Wait!" she hissed, putting one finger up. "I'm getting a signal. Hold on a sec."
They waited excitedly as a smile spread over Angel's face.
"I'm in."
