Chapter Seventy-TwoOnce done from the third level, I headed back to the living-quarters. I had one more thing to do before I collected Vincent, shifted to Earth and delivered the bad news. The acrid smell of sulfur clung to me like a second skin. Near the entrance to the recreational chamber, I let out my talons, gave a low, menacing snarl. Some voices from inside cut off, but not all.
“Angelina!” I snarled when I reached the entrance, surveyed the people inside. Some were gathered around a four-person game of poker; others were lounging on cushions, reading books. Some were drinking beer and talking, others stared off in the distance. One or two were curled on the floor, asleep. At the far corner, a few agents circled two agents fighting–probably to the death. Money was passed around, a
