The round service tunnels beneath Rak’s base were lit by dull, yellow bulbs on the ceiling. Jena more than half expected to find puddles of foul-smelling water everywhere – this place felt like a sewer – but the floors were clean.
In cargo pants and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, she crept through the tunnel with Edrin at her side. The former soldier was similarly attired, though he left his head bare. Which was for the best. Jena hated cutting off her spatial awareness, but she had to play the role of Isara. And Isara liked hoods.
Zarin and Tosh – her guides through this labyrinth – shuffled along in front of her. They both had a dangerous look about them, though Zarin was nearly a pace shorter than his companion. And that beard of his made him look much older. He was the one Jen
