[And then there are flashlights bobbing toward them through the pitch darkness, and John doesn't need to see a single face to know that he's brought down the wrath of the staff somehow. Fingers slipped, maybe, wrong code and it set up an alarm.
He pulls out his lighter, still high and ready to fight every single one of them, and about a split-second later they're in detention.]
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[And then there are flashlights bobbing toward them through the pitch darkness, and John doesn't need to see a single face to know that he's brought down the wrath of the staff somehow. Fingers slipped, maybe, wrong code and it set up an alarm.
He pulls out his lighter, still high and ready to fight every single one of them, and about a split-second later they're in detention.]