“I wouldn’t make a very good puppet,” Maddie said, choosing not to dwell too long on any potential trouble they might get in if they were caught. She stuck her hands out, wrists limp, and bent her knees awkwardly, imitating a marionette. “Always being afraid someone will cut one of my strings. And don’t even get my started on hand puppets. I don’t need someone’s hand going somewhere uninvited, thank you.”
She walked a few steps behind Caitie, head canted thoughtfully to one side. “On second thought, maybe that won’t be so bad. The guy who’s doing the camera stuff now is the same guy who set up the movie projector thingy. He’s not so bad.” Finn actually humored her quite a bit, which was a plus in her book. She was a long way from calling him a friend or anything of the sort, but maybe he’d even be better than Udeday was at helping her and Caitie do mischief.
It said a lot for how useful the security cameras were that she and her friend were able to sneak past the majority of them without fear of being seen. Well, of course there was always the fear of being seen, but just about anyone could evade being detected.
Sanitation was a weird thing within the prison. Maddie wasn’t sure how that system worked and didn’t care, really, but the prison wasn’t overflowing with trash, so it had to magically be going somewhere. She also hoped she never had to find out. If that Lulu chick ever tried to make her empty the trash as a punishment…
Maddie shrugged and looked around. “There’s one.” She pointed to a bin near the end of the building. Smirking suddenly, she nudged her friend’s arm. “Betcha can’t throw it in from here.”