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A running Emma looked to her left, eyeing Jake for a moment.
"Do you think he'll be fine?"
Jake scoffed.
"I'll say this for the fifth and final time; it's Emir we're talking about; he'll be fine. And you seem to be forgetting that Lyra's there with him; do you think that she'd risk anything happening to him?"
"No… b-but—"
"Stop. We're about to reach their hideout; be prepared for the worst."
They were rushing through the slums, crossing dimly lit streets, toppling buildings, and thrown about trash, mixed in with the sleeping homeless.
They turned right at the end of the street and arrived in front of what once appeared as a warehouse.
The gate was destroyed, and the courtyard seemingly bombed; as for the warehouse itself...
Its fate was the same as the outside.
The entrance was obliterated, with severed limbs strewn about and inner organs covering the broken floor.
