There were too many things to look at as I walked down the winding hallways with Creed. The paintings, vases, and strange-looking artifacts all called for individual specific attention which I couldn't give because my thoughts occupied all of my attention. "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here or not?" I asked impatiently. "Why tell you," he started and stopped at a door, "when I can show you." He pushed open the door and gestured with his head for me to walk in first. It was obvious I didn't trust him so I peeked my head into the room first before walking in. "The room is safe," he told me and he sounded annoyed. I rolled my eyes. He had no right to be annoyed that I didn't trust him. I walked into the room and there was a square mahogany table in the center with eight chairs around it, a large monitor on one wall, maps on another, an ancient armory in the corner of the room displayed on glass shelves, and weapons hanging on the wall
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