Frank had no idea what he was looking at, what he'd just seen. Whatever it was, he was pretty sure that the cops should not get their hands on this girl either. In the moment, Frank didn't feel qualified to deal with whatever he'd just stumbled across. But he'd come into this situation prepared to help whoever it was still left in these cages as he'd helped the ones he'd been let out, sold to the highest bidders.

A quick glance said she was the last one. He disregarded the unconscious lump of the boy on the floor and grabbed the young woman's elbow.

"Come on," he said. In the distance, the sirens were getting closer. "If you don't want to end up in another cell, we gotta get moving."

He wasn't going to hang around for the cops, and it would be better for her if she didn't.