Ferrara
The infirmary was a very different scene when we arrived. It was surrounded by guards, with Cruz and his men hauling the crates out. At the sight of London, they stopped. He murmured a few words to them, and they continued. A few shifters in the infirmary had gathered to watch. From their eyes, I had a feeling that they hadn't even known the crates were in there.
"Maria, I apologize for the inconvenience. If you and the others working here could just stay for a few minutes, Cruz will have a few questions for you. Then you'll all be allowed to take an hour-long break while we do some maintenance around the facility," London announced.
An older red-headed woman nodded and immediately began corralling some of the others. Cruz joined them, and London led us to one of the offices. He
