By the time I reached the front side of the warehouse, I was covered in dust and the webs of about two hundred long-legged spiders who had taken up residence in the corners of the deserted building, not expecting a giant wrecking ball in a bulletproof vest to come along and crush their little homes. Along the front wall of the warehouse were several partitioned rooms, formerly occupied by foremen or office equipment, I assumed. The reception center at the entrance was separated from the warehouse by these partition walls and a short corridor, giving me physical concealment until I was within a dozen yards of the unsuspecting guards.
I slipped two of the medallions from my pocket. Pulled the astral pins. Rolled them down the corridor. And ducked. When the bright flashes of astral energy ha
