Jinlin lights a candle and places it gently on the coffee table near Hillanters resting body. He sits down next to him and places the back of his hand across his forehead.
“He’s still heating up.” He said. “That doesn’t look good.”
“How long did you say he had?” Shanta asked him.
“Two days.”
“Hmmm.” She looked down while she rested her chin on her hand.
“Doubting your friends?” He said.
“They’re not my friends, just crewmates.”
“Then why’d you agree to the plan?”
“I have nowhere else to go. It’s either this or trucking it on my own. But, they’re able to handle themselves, for the most part.”
“You sure? They basically sent themselves to their death with the task they’ve set themselves on.”
“Trust me, they’re competent.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Hey, can I ask a quick question?” She walked up behind Jinlin.
“Sure.” He turned around to face her.
She had her hand reached out, almost grasping his face. Her eyes glowed purple as she looked fiercely into his eyes.
“Tell me everything you know about the Vill stone.” She commanded.
“Sorry that’s not going to work.” He grabbed her arm and pushed it out of his face.
“What!?” She looked surprised.
“Your little tricks aren’t going to get the best of me. I can resist the truth spell.”
“Dammit.” She cursed under her breath.
“I’ve built up a resistance to mind controlling spells over the course of my life. My father used to teach me just in case some outsider tried to get information on our family secrets. I’m surprised really, why did you even try to do that? It’s not like I wasn’t going to tell you.”
“I’m not telling you.”
He looked suspiciously at her as flipped open a medical textbook. “Ok then. If you want to know so badly I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” He turned over some pages. “You already know the folklore behind it and it’s insatiable power it holds. But that illness is something that Barbara made impossible to cure. She wasn’t even the one that made the cure.” He scrolled along some text in the book and read it closely. “Follow me.” He motioned her over as he headed down the hallway.
“Was it some other god that made it?” Shanta asked.
“Yes. The God of Cruelty. Wipter.” They passed by the main lobby and over near the kitchen. “He opposed Barbara’s punishment for the use of the stone and came up with a cure that took him hundreds of years to come up with. A ritual that forcibly takes control of the user’s body.”
“Take control of the body? Like a possession right? I’ve heard of witches doing that to dead bodies and tormenting their loved ones with it as a prank.”
“Exactly, though it’s even more dangerous than just one old scraggly hag taking advantage of a deceased man. The person who the ritual is performed on will be used like a puppet for his pleasure.”
“Wipter?”
“Yep.” They walk past the kitchen that has many cooking utensils neatly sorted in a rack near a sink, oven, refrigerator, and a stove. There was a little corridor that connected the kitchen to another door. Leading her there, he opened the door and it opened to a laboratory.
Beakers were set up on little workshop benches with various colored liquids, ranging from dark red to a bright yellow. Along with chemistry sets and powders that were packed into little knapsacks. Some hanging ceiling lights that glistened white.
“I’m going to use one of these on your friend.” He picked up a bottle with a green substance inside. “This’ll prolong his suffering for just a little bit, maybe saving us an hour at the most if we’re lucky.”
“Hold up, I'm still confused about this ritual thing.” Shanta interjected. “If the god of cruelty were to take control of his body, wouldn’t he kill us all?”
“Wouldn’t know, but I don’t doubt that he would. All we have to do at this point is hope and pray that doesn’t happen. This whole mission is a gamble.”
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“Stay back!” Shug yelled at the creature with giant claws as it scaled the huge cliff that overhung a spike trap of crystals. “I’ll shoot you!” He threatened.
The claws screech on the stone surface as it pulls itself up, revealing it to be a grotesque mole rat with sharp gnarly teeth. Its whole body was covered in overgrown brain fur that also covered its eyes, while its long nose and mouth could still be visible. Its feet were dirtied up beige with its toenails being as sharp as claws, but not as big as the ones on its fingers.
“I’m warning you.” He shouted as he guarded Brentha’s knocked out body. “Don’t come any closer!” His fingers were trembling on the trigger of the rifle.
The mole was standing up on its legs and bent down to go on all fours. It then let out a sudden whimper as it rested on the edge of the cliff.
Huh?
Shug lowered the rifle down to his stomach and looked at the creature. He slowly got up to his feet while still putting his body in front of Brentha’s
What is this thing doing?
He looked confused as he saw the creature hunched down. The whimpering continued until the mole started to squeak out something. It sounded like the thing was trying to talk to him.
“We-” It spoke out in a high pitched voice. “We come in peace.”
Shug’s eyes widened as he raised his rifle at the mole once again. “You can talk?”
“Your friend.” It started itching closer. “Are they hurt?”
He looks behind him and sees Brentha is starting to bleed from the top of her head. “Yes?”
“We can help.” It was now getting pretty close.
“Wait!” He jolted the gun aggressively towards it. “I swear if you do anything I won’t hesitate to blow your fucking brains into the floor.”
“I told you earlier. We come in peace.”
“I’d like to believe you.” He lowered the gun. “Looks like I have no other choice.”
I”m stuck on this stupid rock surrounded by sharp crystals with no apparent way out. And Brentha’s really hurt. I don’t want to trust this…Thing! But I’m left with no choice.
Shug backed away from Brentha’s body and let the mole inspect her. It then grabbed her by her hip and lifted her up on his back. He immediately drew his gun back out.
“What the fuck are you-” Shug was lifted up by the mole and his rifle fell on the ground and was left there as he was hoisted on the creature's back, nestling right alongside Brentha.
“Strap in!” It commanded.
On its back was a saddle that Shug was sitting on. There was a strap that was connected to it. He was hesitant at first but he grabbed it and wrapped it around him and Brentha, tying it into a tight knot.
“Hold on tight.” The mole said as it stepped forward to the cliff.
It clung itself onto the side of the overhang and started maneuvering down it, its claws digging into the stone. It climbed down, overlooking a huge array of bright blue crystals that glistened.
Reaching the bottom of the huge stone slab, it crouched down and leapt off. It landed on another stone slab in a sea of crystals. It started hopping from slab to slab, leaping with an somewhat unnaturally elegant stride.
A dark abyss off in the distance was getting closer as the mole springed off the ground. Closer to the abyss Shug notices little spores that glowed luminescent blue that littered multiple platforms.
The abyss was in a circular shape that blended into the huge cave wall. The darkness overtook them as the mole took one last hop and landed into the dark. It was still clear that it was landing on slabs as the bouncing of its movements and the bobbing from his consecutive jumps. It was obvious that the mole had some sort of night vision, as it was completely pitch black that when Shug looked back to see the beautiful glow one last time, it had completely disappeared like it never existed.
Then a sudden flash of red light engulfed his vision, blinding him temporarily. Once he was able to see clearly again, he looked in front and saw that the mole was now galloping on floating railroad tracks. In fact, when he looked around him, there were so many tracks that it was almost impossible to count them on.
The dark red glow that illuminated the whole area made it hard to see how big the place was. He couldn’t even tell where the mole was even heading towards. He looked back to see Brentha who was starting to open her eyes.
“Where are we?” She asked. “What’s going on? Have we cured Hillanter yet?”
“No, not yet.” He responded. “Are you ok?”
“I think so.” She reached for her head and felt the crusty trail of dried up blood that dribbled down her forehead. “My head aches.”
“Don’t worry. We’re going somewhere to heal it.”
“Where is that?”
“Don’t know, but we got some help. Or I think we do.”
Brentha grabbed Shug’s shoulder and leaned herself against his back. “Are you ok?”
“Surprisingly, yeah.” He chuckled a bit.
“We’re almost there!” The mole said.
“Who was that?” Brentha asked.
“The one who’s helping you out.” The mole responded to her. “Now relax, you have a head wound and shouldn’t be moving around a lot.”
She didn’t question it and rested her head on the back of Shug.
He looked up and saw the glowing orange flames from a campground that had various tents surrounding it. Rotting wooden cottages were clouded in the darkness. Multiple other moles could be seen wandering around, one was carrying wood while another one was cooking food.
The mole roared a thunderous sound similar to a lion’s, surprising to how high pitched its voice is. All the other ones were alerted and turned to face towards them. It leapt across one more time before landing on the huge plate of stone that harvested the campgrounds. Shug untied him and Brentha and jumped off the back of it, holding her in his arms.
“What the hell are you doing!?” One of the other moles spoke up. “Get them away from here!”
“Wait!” It stood in front of them. “They're not here to hurt us.”
“Don’t care! Not taking the chance again. Move out of the way!”
“We need help!” Shug spoke up. “My friend here hit her head on the ground and is bleeding. She needs medical attention.”
“Sorry kid, that’s not our specialty.”
“What about Huune?” The one guarding them said.
“Li. Don’t push it. He’ll never agree to help these monsters.”
“Just ask.”
“No!” It slammed its claws down on the ground. “For the last time, move out of the way or I’ll force you to.”
“Come on, we both know you wouldn’t do that.”
“You’re really testing me?”
“Take your best shot.”
The mole lunged its claws high up into the air ready to strike down onto Li.
“Stop it! Both of you!” Shug interjected. “You two are just wasting my time. I need to get her fixed and save my friend on the surface.”
“You’re not stepping another foot closer to me.” It started to lean forward into his face. “I’m not entirely convinced, this whole thing could be a facade.”
“Please! I’m looking for the Illik mushroom.”
The mole leaned its head back. “Come again?”
“The Illik mushroom. I was told it was in here.”
It turned around and mumbled something to another mole, sitting idly on the sidelines. It kind of chuckled and then turned to face him again.
“Alright kid, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“What?” He tilted his head. “What deal?”
“As much as I don’t like to conjugate with your kind, I'm willing to make a treaty of some kind between us. Hear this. I’ll heal your friend you got there and you get that mushroom and one more for me. Either you go with Li, or your friend joins ya’. Your choice.”
“That’s too dangerous! Kurt you need to think this through.” Li stepped in.
“Didn’t you just hear the young man? He’s already looking for the thing. Better to get some use out of him. It’s a win-win situation for all of us. We’ll need that mushroom if we want to get out of here.”
“I accept.” Shug said.
“Good choice.” Kurt plucked Brentha from his hands and placed her on his back. “I’ll go to Huune and make sure she gets patched up.” He waddled away over to a cottage. “You have a full hour to prepare, I’ll tell you everything. For now you should sit down and take as much rest as you can. I’ll get back to you. And Li! Make sure to take this lad to the weapons room. He’ll definitely need it.” It mumbled something under its breath at the end that wasn’t really comprehensible to Shug, he figured he was hurling an insult at him.
“Take great care of her please!” He shouted at him as they got further away.
“Kid, you’ve put yourself in a dangerous situation.” Li turned, retracted its claws, and placed his huge paw on Shug’s shoulder.
“I know. This isn’t the first time.”
“No, you don’t understand how severe this is. Do you know how hard it is to even SEE an Illick?”
“I know it was difficult to even get down here, but I thought it would just be growing out of the ground like one of those spores back there.”
“You are way over your head. Didn’t the person who told you about this place even mention what happened here?”
“No, not really.”
Li took a big sigh and palmed his face, his twitchy black button nose sticking out between his paw. “I’m sure Kurt will explain but I’ll still give you a brief rundown. Follow me, you’ll need some sort of weapon before you head out.” He started trotting down a dirt trail that cut through the middle of the campground. “Us mole people, as your kind calls us, have been living down here for centuries. Everytime we try to show our face on the surface we get pushed back into these deep dark caverns. So we’ve gotten used to living down here, though we’ve made some trips to the surface for the wood we used to build our cottages. But sooner than we knew it, all of that was going to change. There was only a small population of us, around ten or so. One day this one woman, Angeline, found one of the mushrooms you were looking for. It was laying right alongside a decayed corpse of a wizard. Once she picked it up, it all went haywire. She was filled with such immense power that it basically took over her. She already hated humans and other kinds like the Purks, Joonkels, and Leans, just like Kurt even though he would never go to the lengths as she did. So she made it certain that nothing can get in and nothing can get out. She put a forcefield around the whole place, making sure that any living creature that even dares to come across it can’t enter this place. She then connected all of the minecart tracks when this place used to be a gem mine and scattered them throughout the whole cave system, it helps her get around easier and keep an eye on us. We objected to it of course, but there’s nothing we can do about magic. She secluded herself in a base she constructed along one of those railroad tracks.”
“Holy shit that’s a lot.”
“Sorry, I said I would keep it short. Trust me, even with that I’m still leaving a lot of things out. Like the countless feuds we had together, and how she killed multiple of our people.”
“Damn. That really sucks, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Even with all that Huune still wants her to come back into the town.”
“Why?”
“He believes that if we can strip her of her power, she’ll return to her senses. Though her actions may never be forgiven, he’s still ready to accept her.”
“Hold on, didn’t you say she put up a forcefield?”
“You’re wondering how you were able to get in here? Don’t know, but I have noticed a pattern of numerous bodies that were stuck in those crystals. Either she put it down on purpose or accident, I don’t know.”
He stopped in front of a tent and lifted the flap open. Revealed inside were multiple bone and stone clubs that rested upon a pile in the middle of the room. Multiple wooden chips were scattered around on the hard stone floor.
“You should take one. Then wait until your friend gets better. You’ll need all the help you can get.” Li patted Shug on the shoulder and shoved him inside and closed the flap. “Wait here until I call you over.”
He walked over to the pile and inspected it, scanning over each one and analyzing them to see which one will best suit him. He picked a stone and concluded that it was too heavy. He plucked one of the bone clubs off the ground and started to swing it around him to get a good feel. Liking the swiftness and how it kind of glides through the air with each strike. He came to the conclusion that it fit him the most and hauled it off with him.
He plopped himself on the ground and sat there, starting to feel how sore his arms were from the fall. It was surprisingly quiet around him, the only sound was the distant crackling from the campfire.
This is taking way longer than I expected. If I have to wait here for an hour and then spend another hour or more on this little quest, we’ll never make it time. Goddammit! There’s just nothing I can do about it. If only I didn’t bring that stone to the others, if only.
He clenched his fists together fiercely, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand.
I can’t just blame myself for all this. Just need to get it fixed, and fast. But, Brentha still needs to be healed. I don’t want both of them to die now. Fuck!
He slammed his fist down on the ground, letting off some dirt that collected on the ground.
Hopefully Yunga is getting her part done, and fast.
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“Tilly!” He kept rapidly knocking on the door. “Get out! We’re going to be late to the meeting if you keep this up-” He was cut off by Yunga barging the door down, kicking it at high speeds to send it flying and smushing the guy on the wall like a pancake.
Two other guards who were turning the corner witnessed the event and immediately drew their rifles. “Code red!” One of them screams. “We’ve got a breach!”
Zunci comes flying out the room and in midair fires a bullet into one of the guards chest, dropping him to the ground dead. The other one opens fire but misses as she drops him as well.
Yunga comes out brandishing her sword. “Now, let’s find those prisoners. They should be upstairs.”
Five more guards came up from behind them and started unloading their mags. Yunga was quick and grabbed Zunci and zoomed over to some cover. Bullets came barraging at them as they rounded the corner.
“Lock the whole place down.” An intercom system embedded into the walls announced as alarms started blaring.
Multiple steel bar gates started descending along the hallways, blocking off numerous entryways and exits to get out of the place. Many ensemble footsteps could be heard roaming the place, on the hunt for the two.
They sprint down the hallway and slide under a descending steel bar gate into a lobby looking area. Multiple cushioned seatings and a little area where a classic chess board is set up. Red carpeted floors that layed out a walkway to another door that was blocked off.
“Dammit!” Yunga said. “We’ll need to find a way out.”
“Maybe there’s a crawl space somewhere?” Zunci suggested.
“Let’s start looking.”
Their conversation was cut short by the gate lifting at the other end. Three soldiers come out wielding swords and wearing heavy metal armor. Stomping from their metal boots gave them away.
“Alright men!” The leader of the trio shouted. “Let’s bring these clowns down.”
“Clowns?” Yunga looked offended. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.”
Zunci didn’t hesitate and shot immediately at them. The bullet whizzed to the chest of the leader and it ricochet off with a spark generating from his armor.
“Shit.” Zunci cursed from under her breath.
The leader charged at the both of them, wielding the sword up in the air. Yunga easily zooms out of the way. Zunci rolls on the ground and dodges the swing.
All the other swordsmen take notice of Yunga’s incredibly impressive speed. Looking at her as she sped into the ceiling on a huge chandelier that overlooked the whole room.
“I thought we had a spellfield around this place.” One of them said,
“We do.” The other one responded.
“Then how is she moving that fast?”
She jumped off the chandelier and accelerated towards them, swinging her sword around at them. They both duck and dodge her swing as she comes careening to the ground.
The leader makes another swing at Zunci, over and over again she keeps dodging. She shoots some stray bullets in his direction as they keep bouncing off his armor.
I can’t keep doing this. I need to find some weak spots.
She thought to herself. It was hard for her to get a good look at what the guard was wearing as she kept constantly dodging. She was also getting backed into a corner. She had to act quick and she knew it, but it was getting tiresome from all of the swift movement.
Once her back was against the corner she took a risky move and leveraged her feet on the wall and bent her knees. She then propelled herself at his chest, grabbing around him and thrashing him to the ground, making him drop his sword.
Yunga slid her feet across the carpet, making it roll up and fold from her friction. Once her footing set down she launched off again and swung her sword at the two. She clashed with both of them, causing her arm to get throttled around. The clash made the both of them fall to the ground.
Sliding again on the carpet she lifted it up a little bit where it wrapped around their bodies, tangling them together. She soared up in the air and grasped the ceiling by the skin of her fingertips. Turned her body around and placed her feet on the stone roof and ejected herself off and swan dived towards the two wrapped up guards. In the whole heat of the battle and the two guards rush to get out of the entrapment they managed to get on top of each other. She slammed down on the both of them, the sword impaling the one on top and slicing through to the other one. Directly down the chest the sword protruded out of them.
Zunci whacked at the guy’s metal plated face, trying to rip it off. The guard punched her in the stomach and pushed her off him. She landed right next to his sword. With great swiftness she picked it up and wielded it in front of her body as she jumped to her feet.
The guy hopped off the ground just enough time to dodge the charging attack she sent his way. She swung around on her feet a full one hundred and eighty degrees back towards his direction. Pointing the tip of the sword directly at him as he caught his footing.
Yunga came flying in and kicked the guy in the head, where he tumbled around and crashed into the wall. His limp body slumped down in the little crumbles of white painted stone that broke off in the impact.
“Waste of my time.” Yunga said. She looked over at the wide open gate. “Come on, while it’s still open.”
“Right!” She picked her rifle back off the ground and holstered it around her back and rushed over right alongside Yunga.
They both ran through the agape exit that led directly to an upwards staircase. At the top were two riflemen armed and ready to shoot at sight.
As soon as their silhouette entered the frame they both fired off a round. Yunga zoomed up off the ground and into the air, meeting the guards at eye level even though they had the high ground. Zunci was very lucky as the bullet grazed passed her hair, taking some strands along with it.
Yunga flew at the two men and with one of her arms holding the sword extended outwards. She speared one of the guys passing between the two like they were goalposts. The other guy was gunned down by Zunci in the chest.
They made their way up the stairs which lead to a wooden door and barged it open. On the other side was a huge line of jail cells harboring different kinds of prisoners. There were multiple cells that circled around a giant hole in the middle of the huge holding area. There were some handrails that overlooked the courtyard area that barely resembled it. The bottom was a stone brick pattern that circled a singular bench in the array of sunlight as the circle continued upwards until it broke off where it showed the bright blue sky. More rows of prisoners expanded upwards into different levels, only four that they can currently see. Both of them looked over the rail and looked up, grasping the layout of the whole place.
“Shit.” Yunga cursed. “There’s a lot of cells.”
“How the hell are we going to find her?” Zunci looked over at her.
“Don’t know. But it’ll be too long just to go up to every single one of them and ask them.”
“We don’t have much time.”
Yunga looked around at all of the people confined in their little cells. There were a variety of people. Humans that were dressed in ragged cloth clothing, Purks, and Joonkels who were looking out of their cell at them.
“Let us out!” A male Purk banged on the metal bars. “Please!”
“That depends. Do you know about a knife with vines wrapped around it?” Yunga asked him.
The Purk stuttered up a bit before giving a hardy. “Yes.”
She threw him a suspicious look and thought about it for a second but ultimately decided that he was probably lying.
“Are you looking for the Xen?” A female voice echoed throughout the whole place.
Yunga and Zunci both looked at each other for a brief moment.
“Yeah!” She yelled back.
“Then I can help you find it. Come up here and let me out.”
“Which floor!”
“The fourth one.”
On the other side where they were standing was a staircase embedded into the wall. Stone slabs that extruded out of the wall in a flowing upwards outline. Both of them rushed upstairs as the Purk who they were conversing with earlier started banging on the bars some more and demanded them to come back and let him out. They completely negated his request and quickly made their way towards the fourth floor. As they passed more prisoners some of them called out to them for rescue. Just like before they ignored them and made their way to their target.
Reaching the top floor they overlooked the cells to see if anyone matched the description that the voice gave off. One stuck out to them.
A female human girl, pretty young looking, looking out the bars out at them. Her green eyes piercing a calm glare at them, she wore a classic prisoners outfit similar to what the Purk was wearing. Though her clothes were surprisingly more gussied up and clean looking compared to all the others.
“There you are.” She said with a grimacing smile. “I knew this would happen. People searching for the Xen.”
“So, do you have it?” Yunga said as they walked over to her cell.
“Well I own it, don’t have it on me right now. Ever since they arrested me they searched my shack top to bottom for it. Never found it.”
“Is it still there?”
“Yep, though I wouldn’t place such a valuable item like that in such an obvious place, you really have to dig for it.” She playfully traced her fingernail around the outline of the bar.
She looked at her skeptically, examining her body language and how she spoke. It was hard to place if this was all a fictitious lie or the absolute truth. “What’s your name?”
“Piper.” She responded right away with no hesitation.
“Where’s this shack of yours?” Zunci butted in with her own question.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Piper dismissed her while wagging her finger back and forth. “I’ll tell you that after you free me.”
“How do we know you just won’t run away?”
“You don’t need to worry about me using magic on you guys, there’s a huge spellfield casted around this place. And I’m not the most athletic person around here so you could easily catch up to me.”
“What about after we leave this place? You’ll just use your magic to fly off. There’s no way someone like you would give up that knife for this small favor.”
“Oh this won’t be a small favor, it’ll be a life saver. They were planning to execute me sooner or later. I will owe you my life, and you can trust me when I say that I will give you that knife, no strings attached.”
They both looked at her skeptically and they both looked at each other like they were communicating telepathically. Both were thinking the same thing.
This gal is one of the most untrustworthy people I’ve met.
“Look you’re using that knife for the ritual that’ll cure the Vill stone illness right?” She interrupted their thinking. “That has to be it right?”
Yunga nodded her head.
“Then what else do you have to lose? You’re obviously saving a friend of yours and you have little time.”
“I don’t know.” Yunga said. “But, even if you are kind of shady. I’m still willing to take the risk. It’s not like any of these people will help us out, and you seem to know what you’re talking about at the very least.”
“Great!” She gave a little hop in joy. “Then get this thing open and let’s get out of here. Before some of the guards come and check up on us-”
“In here men!” A sound of a door busting open along with multiple clomping footsteps echoed through the whole holding area.
“Where are they?” A guard asked.
“Up here!” The Purk from earlier shouted at them as he pointed to the fourth floor. “They’re planning to release a prisoner.”
The group of guards looked up and accepted the information and marched up the stairs.
“Come on now.” Piper shook the bars. “We don’t have much time. Hurry up and get these off.”
“How?” Zunci said. “We don’t have the keys.”
“What!?”
The guards were getting closer.
“I thought you would at least get a key if you came here to get me!? What are you guys fucking stupid!?”
“I hear their voices sir. The prisoner was telling the truth!” The guard’s rumbling voice echoed up.
“Can you at least break the chain!” Piper pointed at the tightly wrapped chain that held the cell door closed on a stone circular slot where it was wrapped around with a makeshift padlock.
“That can’t be the only security measure they have around here.” Yunga said.
“It is! The automatic cells they had were damaged in a fire and they haven’t replaced them since and that was a month ago!”
“Fuck it.” Yunga lifted her sword up and with all her might and combined with her power swung at incredible speeds. Clashing with the metal with a loud clang and sparks flying out.
“Keep going!” Zunci turned her back to the cell and to the oncoming assault heading their way.
She kept swinging as hard as it took, the vibrations from every hit coursing through her arms, making her ache. She swung the hardest she ever did and broke the chain, the lock falling off along with the rest.
She grabbed the handle of the cell and slid it open.
“Great, now to deal with our other problem.” Piper said, pointing over to where the guards made it up.
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