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The armed guards led us through a dark corridor. The air was mildewed and stuffy. This hallway seriously needed a window. Or three.
I could hardly see, but I grabbed Darius and Destiny and held them close.
I moved quietly down the hall with a gun forced into the small of my back, the only sounds our breathing and our footsteps on the concrete floor.
A red glimmer appeared in the darkness.
Falconer held out her hand, and a red pentagram flashed on her fingertips.
A steel door appeared out of nowhere.
The guards flung it open and pushed us through, into a dimly lit warehouse floor filled with tables, chairs, punching bags, and walls filled with swords upon swords upon guns upon guns. There was a little too much steel in this place for my tastes.
An assortment of ragged figures was
