Chapter 11
Raven and I watch the solid double doors, marked “Do Not Enter” in giant red letters, that mark the entrance to the Goth’s headquarters. According to the plans she found, this is the only way in or out. The Baron Elmatos and an esquire are hanging further back, covering us.
We’re in a condemned district—even the moving walkways have been disconnected—and have already broken through several unmanned security stations. Compared to Tipton’s normal bustle, this place is so empty it hums. It’s not dirty so much as grudgingly sterile. The video screens are still active, displaying ads, information, and public service announcements to people who haven’t been through in years.
There’s very little cover, but we had the forethought to acquire some riot shields from the Count’s armory.
