A woman's voice cut through the morning air. It was a woman's voice was booming, and terrified.
"Fennigan James Blackwood!"
The shout seemed to rattle the window, vibrating with a frequency that felt unnatural.
"You better be bleeding, or dead!" the voice bellowed. "Because if you are not, I am grounding you until you are fifty!"
Fennigan winced, rubbing his temples as if the sound physically hurt. "That would be my mother."
"She sounds... upset," Leela whispered, her eyes wide.
"She's terrifying," Fennigan corrected, his body tense. "Stay behind me."
He unlocked the door and pulled it open, planting his body in the middle of the doorway, shielding Leela from their view.
Three black SUVs were idling in a semi-circle outside of the room. But it wasn't just the vehicles that made the
