I Thought We Had Tomorrow — Episode 8

You're going to kill her. He whipped around to glare at Luke. Miller, give me the key right now. Open this door.

That is a direct order. Luke looked down, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. Director Harris, I am the military-appointed ROTC senior instructor and the commanding officer for Hell Week.

My job is to turn these soft Gen Z kids into soldiers, not to play safe space games with them. This is my field, and these are my rules. Stay in your lane.

This is abuse. If anything happens to her, a Title IX investigation will make sure you never set foot in the military. Unlock it now!

Luke scoffed. He slowly reached into his tactical pocket and pulled out the key to the u-lock. While everyone watched in total shock some shock, the silver key caught the light as it arched through the air. He just opened his hand and dropped perfectly through the iron grate of the storm drain. Clink. The key was gone, swallowed by the black muck at the bottom of the drain.

Director Harris was floored. He just stood there, frozen. Are you out of your mind? What you just do? Luke threw his hands up and let out a cocky laugh. He pointed at the double-locked iron door, looking the director right in the eye. Oops, my bad, sir. Butterfingers, I Looks like the key went exactly where it belongs. Guess we'll just have to wait until the ruck is

over and call maintenance to bolt-cut the lock. Since she'd rather play dead than man up