A well thought out plan, even when perfectly planned, has a ninety something percent chance of failure. No matter what it is, there all almost always unpredictable variables. In other words, anything can go wrong.

This was the sole thought running through my head as the hours dragged on. Almost all of us were in the dog kennels, save for Angel and Fang. I kept running the plan over and over again in my head. So many things could go wrong on the way to the room. We just needed a bit of luck.

As far as I could tell, Fang always came back before Angel. Angel would come back shortly after everyone left for the night, with an entourage of three to five erasers. I kept sighing with relief as things happened as planned; Fang returned, albeit with a large purple bruise above his left eye. Like clockwork, the stream of white coats exited the building. Angel returned, with four erasers leading her. As they reached down and unlatched her cage, she turned towards each and I repressed a smile.

"You want to go turn off the cameras now." This was directed to the biggest two, and I shook my head in amazement as they nodded. They shuffled off, dazed expressions on their faces. She turned towards the other two Erasers, and instructed them to unlock our cages. We all climbed out, gathered behind Angel. She sent the Erasers off to disable any alarms. We all exhaled in relief. Okay, that worked.

"Shall we?" Max said with a smile. Gazzy grabbed Izzy's hand and nodded. I stopped for a moment, running over the map in my head. Max turned to me. "Which way?" I bit my lip, calculating.

"Head straight until the third hall, turn right, turn left at the second hallway, straight forward to the office. There's a password lock on the door. Then we head up and away through the hole in the roof." Everyone nodded, looked around. All clear.

We took off, running, running down that endless hallway. The doors blurred past me, and I nearly missed our first turn. We rounded into a red tiled hallway that seemed to stretch beyond even my enhanced line of sight. The doors were all dull gray, with precise black number painted on them. I tore my eyes away from the doors, and skidded to halt. A patrol of Erasers were at the very end. Must be the night shift.

Cursing under my breath, I jumped into the hallway directly to my right. The others followed suit quickly. Max leaned out, counting silently. Turning to us, she mouthed "Six. Try sneaking past. If not, we fight." We nodded, quickly filing behind her. We almost made it to the hallway before one spotted us. I almost ran towards them, but then I caught sight of the nasty looking gun one of the brutes held. I zipped down the hall to our left, sprinting as fast as I could. I figured we had a two minute head start, if that. Glancing around, I saw Gazzy just behind us, yanking Izzy behind him. Max, Fang, and Nudge were just ahead of me, while Angel was next to me. All here then.

We had just stopped in front of the office door when the clambering footsteps of the Erasers came. Nudge was standing by the door, doing… something. She didn't bother looking up, just shouted "Buy me some time!" Looking at the approaching group, I stopped suddenly.

There weren't six Erasers anymore.

There was an army of them.