8
Lincoln and I stand in the warehouse, alone. The Alchemists and Cissy are gone, having done an awesome day’s work. Walker’s waiting outside for us. Lincoln and I take a quick stroll around the warehouse interior, double-checking that all the new guards are in place. Tomorrow’s a huge day, and we want everything to be secure.
As we make our rounds, some of the tightness and anxiety fades from my body. The warehouse looks good. Really good. Walker gave us some top-notch guards. I’d even like to fight a few in the Arena, just to see how they’d do.
After one last check, Lincoln and I step out the back. It’s not even six o’clock yet, but since the alley’s bordered by tall buildings, it gets pitch dark out here pretty quickly. A bare light bulb hangs above the warehouse door, casting a dim
