"And how do you propose we do that?"
	"I have a plan."  She leaned over Thatcher's desk.  "I think it'll work, but it's going to depend on the new girl.  She hasn't been there long enough to understand the evil that's going on there."
	"Do you think your friends can bring her over to our side?"
	"I'm not sure.  However, it's hopeful.  I'll try to get more information tonight.  What we need to do is . . ."  Kyle leaned in closer to Thatcher and outlined the rest of her plan.
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	The branch snapped.  Ridley stopped and looked around, his gray eyes searching for any signs that he had been heard.  He may be invisible; but not soundproof.  Nothing.  It was as if the Institute was deserted.
	He approached the huge cinderblock wall that surrounded the premises that kept outside eyes from prying in -- it also keeps the students from getting out.  Reaching a previously unexplored area, he cautiously placed his hands on the walls and slowly pressed.
	He met little resistance, at first.  The wall felt like Jell-O as he pushed into it up to his wrists.  Pushing further into the wall, he was felt a little tug.  He stopped -- the tugging stopped.  Slowly, he went in a little further.  Now he was up to his elbows; but still wasn't through the wall. 
	A little further in -- a rush of air -- he was thrown away from the wall.  Landing a few feet away from the wall, he looked up at it.