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He shrugged as the vehicle screeched to a stop.

“Here we are. Get ready.”

 

The doors slid open and the soldiers got out, cocking their weapons. The warehouse in front of them was old and mostly abandoned, with wooden planks boarding up every entrance.

 

“Yes, well, they had to make it unassuming. I’d imagine inside is much more developed.”

 

“Get in, find the baby, get out,” he said. “I’d imagine there’s an ambush staged for you. They’ll be expecting us.”

 

They slipped in through a hole in the side, and the air smelt of decaying rot. As they moved deeper in, though, the floor changed to linoleum, and lights on the wall lit up.

 

As they moved in, a familiar cry of a baby echoed through the hallway.

 

Derrick frowned, tilting his head.

“Don’t go, Francis. It’s what they want you to do.”

 

“Obviously,” Derrick said, sounding a little annoyed.

 

They moved forward and there came a
movement off to their right.

“Cwaw?”

 

It was hard to tell in the gloom, but there was a small scuffling followed by a small baby’s sob.