There’s a conference held during Math, and at lunch recess, under the cover of a fight between Remus and Billy, Jack and his hand-picked recon team sneak across the soaking field to the fortress’s front gate. They’re inside before Miss Simpson pries Billy off.
The place is incredible. High ceilings, massive snow pillars, four or five rooms. “Fan out,” says Jack. He runs a hand along a wall; it might as well be brick.
“Got something,” says Megan.
They crowd around. In the corner of the back room is a hole in the floor. A staircase curls down into darkness.