The Armory Room
Tom felt a chill at the simplicity of the statement, but he knew she was right. "That's it? He's just going to wait around until we follow his orders and fight to the death?"
"Looks like it," Christine said. She held out a piece of paper. "This was taped to the front of both of our doors—looks like you missed yours."
Tom took the note from her; the paper had an odd roughness to it. Christine tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, staring at the floor. Tom's gaze lingered on her for a second—and he thought for the first time that she was one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen. He snapped his eyes away, focusing on the note in his hands.
"She's evil, Tom," he told himself. "Evil people aren't supposed to be pretty."