Book Seven: Chapter 172

“What rumors?” he asked as he moved past Laurel and back toward the main facility.

“Not a whole lot,” she said. “They were monitoring comms upstairs, listening only. Heard talk about dragons, an actual hell hound, and that doll appeared. But nothing for awhile now. They fear that everyone involved has been terminated.”

“Damn.” Cyrus licked his lips, then cleared his throat. He was afraid to ask, but had to know. “Did we, uh, get any of them in the process?”

“Not sure yet.” Laurel sped up to walk just a little bit in front of him. “Hopefully we killed someone. It’s never right when we lose one of ours and they don’t.”

Us versus them. Cyrus took a deep breath in through his nose and studied the ceiling for a moment. Such a simple ideology, summed up in three words.

“Well, hopefully we hear something soon.” Laurel walked away, her footsteps echoing. Cyrus frowned, knowing full well that the woman knew how to move without making any sounds. The act r