Chapter 8

Chapter 8

When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

The guards down there were playing cards, not at attention and not even facing the cell she was in to monitor any movements. There was actually a fucking window in the cell, and it was cracked to let in fresh air. I was through. I took mental notes as I was going to tear him a new ass later. What kind of Tom foolery was this?

“Justin, Toby, at ease. Open Amy’s cell we need to see her.” At ease?! Are you fucking kidding me!? They were at ease alright. They got up and opened the cell and we walked in, and Amy was sitting on