"Someone with vital tactical information."
That seems to get their attention. Amori and the other troopers are told to sit down under guard, and you're led away through another door. A bag of scratchy fabric suddenly wraps over your head, loose enough to let you breathe but masking any vision. You try to count your steps and make note of turns, but after just a few minutes you doubt you could even find your way back to the warehouse.
Finally, your guards stop and the hood is removed. You blink in the sudden light, recognizing that you're on a quiet back street outside a nondescript door. One of the soldiers goes in, and after a few minutes emerges again, beckoning for you to follow.
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