“Are you sure this is the right place?” The male voice asked over the walkie-talkie.
The captain frowned. “What is it with this newest generation and questioning everything? Why can’t they just follow orders,” The question was not to anyone in particular. Which was probably why neither of his two assistants said anything.
Smoothing the frown from his face so his disapproval wouldn't be as plain in his voice, the captain clicked the talk button. "Yes, we’re sure it is correct. Our Intel saw one of the older witches walking in to this bar. Just be careful when you go in there as we don't know if there is a physical doorway you have to walk through to get to wherever their offices actually are or if there's a spell of some kind you'll have to interrogate a witch in to helping you with."
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