My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

We walk in silence through the rest of the short hallway. It seems to be dark gray metal with I beams reinforcing the walls and ceilings every ten feet or so. I definitely get Batman vibes walking in the corridor. I don't know what to expect at this point, but I'm not sure if I'm more excited or afraid of spy gadgets popping up out of the ground like in the movies. I really need to not let my imagination run away with me, but it's hard with no information to work with and Nickolas still isn't talking to us, just silently walking.

Nickolas takes us through a heavy metal door that has one handle on the outside, but several levers and handles on the inside. This place was mean to keep people out. We walk into a room that is still the drab gray metal, but there is a dim blue light illuminating the whole space. It seems to be coming from the additional screens, but also the walls too.

"Here." Nickolas points us to a table where Osiston and three other warriors are sitting. I recognize all of them from our sparring classes, but none of them are ever there consistently. I guess this would be why. They are on a mission, no longer needing training, but attending to either stay in shape o to help with new recruits.

we cannot allow." The older of the two guys I only recognize by face. He's starting to gray around the ears and he has lines around his eyes from either squinting

we're just going to throw innocence right at them then?" Nickolas asks next to

of view on this enough,

too young and eager to prove

there. It is obvious that this mission is dangerous, that was made clear enough when we were volun-told to join this group. Might as