Chapter 13

The clanking morphed into scraping and more skittering. Rory pressed the corner of his eye, and his infrared sight came back online. It started picking up blurry movement, and orange-yellow shapes on all sides.

“Blaise, they’re all around us,” he warned, drawing his pistols in one smooth, easy motion.

In the next moment, torches blinked into flame all around them, sending up a red glow in the corridor that bounced off its slick, metal walls. Rory blinked in surprise, quickly clicking off the infrared. If their assailants thought that fire would alarm Blaise, then they would be disappointed. Those surrounding them had no distinguishing features. All of them were wrapped in dark, wearing non-descript clothing, masks, and bandanas that covered their faces.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “What do you want?”

“You have to come with us,” the nearest one replied, waving his torch. “Or else there will be consequences.”