Thursday, December 27
Terror in Freeport - Part 7a: Rocks and a Hard Place
“These are rocks,” said Beldin. They were piled up around the edges of the room, though a few boulders were lying loose on the floor.
Bijoux sniffed the air. “The air smells strange.”
“Chalk dust,” said Cal, sniffing beside her.
Beldin spun on his heel. “That’s the same dust from these rocks!”
Then the door slammed shut behind them.
Sebastian whirled. “Egil, if this is a trap so help me…” but Egil was nowhere to be found.
The room began to shake. The roar of machinery boomed all around them.
“What the hell is that?” asked Kham.
“I think I know what device Ambrose was building for the Brotherhood,” said Beldin. “The records said Verlaine diversified his holdings…”
“Into masonry,” said Sebastian. “Which is what we’re about to become if we don’t get out of here fast. Everyone spread out! Find an exit!” [MORE]
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