So, it was officially our absolute last day at the institute, and Professor Corvin was already attempting a stealth mission to ditch more than half of his students again.
"Amara, Xavier, grab your things. Quickly," Corvin whispered, gesturing toward the private lift with the frantic energy of a man trying to escape a crowded room. He didn't even look at the rest of our group. "The upper research suites are calling our names."
Pearl dropped her leather bag onto the stone table with perfect comedic timing. "Oh, no you don't, Professor. We are not doing this today."
Des stepped up right beside her, crossing arms and looking like a very stubborn bodyguard. "Yeah. Yesterday we played along and spent three hours staring at literal broken pottery while you three vanished into thin air. Today is our last day here. The squad stays together."
