Chapter 128

Deacon is a brute of the highest order who probably got his training in Juan’s school of charm for asshats. He half drags me and half lets me walk on my own feeble legs down the hallway to an elevator. Only stopping to bark orders at another guard sat at a desk nearby before shoving me inside and taking me down to a level with an aircraft hangar air. The doors slide open to reveal an ample, empty space in semi-darkness, with concrete floors and strip lighting on the ceiling, which stands a good twenty feet above us. The area is vast, and there are three trucks parked at the far end on what looks like a platform, which I’m assuming raises up. It’s dull, definitely many degrees colder, and seems like a part no one frequents all too often. As we walk, the lights flick on automatically over our heads, and I note in the middle of the wall on the left, a low glow is already illuminating from what seems to be an open alcove. From this angle, I don’t see what it is until we walk level with it