"Based off this... I'd say your dad probably has an IQ similar to some of the greatest minds that ever lived."
"I... I don't know what to do with any of this."
"You don't have to know right now," he said gently. "That's what we're here for. To help you."
"Psych-"
"Just listen to me," he cut me off. "You trust us, right? All of us? Me? Cutter? War?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Then I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do, okay?"
"Okay," I replied, nodding.
I sniffled, but pulled myself together. I have to be strong. I cannot break down now. Not when we're getting close to the truth. A truth that could kill us all if we're not careful.
"You're gonna close this box," he said as he gently helped me close it. "You're gonna take it back to the room. You're gonna hide it in my bag. I'm gonna take it
