again . He was going to get out ! He was going to get out of this fucking cell !
“ Grey !” Lita shouted through the hole between their cells . “ What the hell are you doing ?”
Grey joined her on the floor and took her offered hand , by now a familiar ritual . “ I managed to move the bars !” he shouted . “ I figured out how to get out like Annie did ! All you gotta do is hit them low . Doing it like that pushes them up and out of their sockets . I just gotta hit it a few more times and then — boom ! The door goes up and I ’ m out !”
“ Shit , are you serious ?” she asked , her voice an octave higher .
“ As cancer ,” he replied , not caring how callous that sounded .
Lita ’ s hand squeezed his . “ Then get us the fuck out of here .” “ On it .” Grey stood partway up before getting into position . He counted to three , and then took a step towards the bars . “ Wait !” Lita shouted suddenly . Grey waited . “ What ?” “ Think about it . If all you have to do is push it up and out of its frame , can ’ t you just grab the bars and push it up ? You know , like bending down and lifting something heavy up ? Do you really have to hurt yourself to get out ? I don ’ t think Nikki was a football player , after all .”
Grey could have slapped himself . He ’ d been so stupid ! Of course that was easier than knocking the stupid door out of its frame ! And it likely wouldn ’ t give him internal injuries .
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