#Chapter209
We pull up to a looming dark building in a back street that I don’t recognize. It’s hard to gauge where we are, as they seemed to take us down a route of back alleys and short cuts that messed up all sense of direction. I think we have hit downtown, but I can’t be sure and the building reaching above us looks industrial. Blacked out windows, even in the early light, grimy, old, and foreboding.
The door clicks open beside me as a new face, another suit, another set of muscle leans in and looks at us with a disinterested eye.
/"Come with me, both of you./" He reaches in and offers me a hand, but I slide out, skirting past him and get onto the street without touch. Camilla looks like she tries to follow, but whimpers and moans under her breath. It’s clear she can’t get out unaided and the man clicks fingers over the top of the car, motioning men on the other side to handle her as I am pulled off by the arm ahead of them.
