Sil chuckled to herself as she strode past the projector. Wires were strung all around the room, running along the wall and down the stairs to the electric box on the first floor. The windows might be shattered here, but it was home. She chuckled because of the mention-she tapped into the cable network feed, giving her the news channel of the warehouse fire that happened the night before. They went through the rubble that afternoon and found about a dozen bodies of Vanted soldiers. Baked to a crisp, so there was no evidence of what really happened. Little did anyone know, five of those twelve weren"t dead because of the five.
Sil sat down on her bed still eating her dark chocolate granola bar. She stuck the bar in her mouth to hold it there and cross out the warehouse on a map she had. Sh
