CHAPTER 32-1
CHAPTER 32Ping pushed open the door to the warehouse with a hand, not needing his keys since the doorknob hung loosely in the frame, still damaged from Vanderberg and Galinsky’s break-in the previous week. He walked into the cavernous darkness, followed by Mara and Sam. The smell of burnt polyester and something more organic wafted over them as their few steps echoed off the distant walls. Ping fumbled along the nearby wall for a second and flipped the main light switch, ignited the rows of fluorescents high above. Oddly, instead of one bright spot highlighting the makeshift classroom in the center of the warehouse floor, now a dark spot hung over its remains surrounded by lights. There stood the toppled metal cabinet and a pile of burnt sticks that once comprised the whiteboard. Large sw
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