“Jade, it’s your call,” Faith said, pulling the scene squarely back on course. “We’re locked up. We’re probably not getting out alive. You tell me. Should I log into that device and send a message to Hawk telling him to lower the firewalls, or should I tell the Quinns to go to hell?” Jade looked at the floor. She looked at her shoes, one of which was untied. She looked up at Faith, and then directly at Clara Quinn. “Go to hell.”
