“Mind your step. Welcome to Hollister Memorial Museum. Welcome to mind your step.”

Shuffling their feet, the bus load of fourth graders waited on the grand staircase. Ms. Welch ushered a pair of slap-fighting brothers into the museum’s front entrance. Django scouted for an escape.

Each student’s ID bracelet was scanned by a museum guide with a bright smile and exhausted eyes. Django scanned his wrist and with a deft hand slipped his bracelet into his pocket. Phase one.

Next, Ms. Welch’s class gathered under the rotunda. As Welch went over the rules, Mr. Han and Kimmie’s mom began escorting kids to the restrooms. Discreetly Django spilled water on his pants. Phase two.

Django waited until the bathroom group had just disappeared around the corner before springing to action’ With the precision of Houdini, Django ran to Ms. Welch. Whipping up crocodile tears the nine-year-old gripped his teacher’s arms and slipped his bracelet into her coat pocket. Phase Three.

“Missus Welch I have to go to the bathroom. Now,” Django whispered.

Ms. Welch tried to untangle herself from her student’s clutches.

“Okay, Django, Mr. Han will be back shortly, sweetheart.”

“But Missus I really have to—uh oh,” Django said, glancing down at his pants.

Ms. Welch’s eyes followed the boy’s eyes down to the wet spot. Her mouth formed a small O.

“Hurry, child.”

With the look of profound gratitude, Django covered his front with jacket. He hurried towards the restrooms but continued past ducking into the stairwell. Django sat down on his haunches. Mission Complete. Actually, Django loved history and science and museums. He had wanted to go to the Hollister when they first entered the Saturnine system. In fact he hoped his dad would take him to Ring City just to see the exhibits. In fact the only thing Django loved more than visiting museums was not doing what he was told. Bing forced to do anything no matter how pleasurable was torture.

Pleased as punch, Django whistled as he walked downstairs. He pulled out a second bracelet and set a timer. Ahead he saw a door marked Personnel Only No Entry. Django smiled wide reaching for his lock picking kit.