Exposition “Whiles trembling horror did his conscience daunt, And hellish anguish did his soul assail.” –Spenser The door to the utility closet under the stairs in the mansion basement swung open and Trevor stumbled out. He pushed the door shut behind and fell forward catching the conference table with one hand in order to remain upright. “Trevor?” The voice came from the basement stairs. Trevor barely mustered the strength to remain balanced against the table, let alone strike a more dignified pose. Lori Brewer approached him with wide, curious eyes. “Where’d you come from? I checked all around down here including the armory,” she referred to the heavy door leading to a stockpile of weapons and munitions. She added with a wise-ass tone, “Don’t tell me, you came out of the closet.” The buzzing in his brain faded slowly and he found enough strength to stand. Sort of. He noticed she held her official Imperial Administrator notebook. It kind of clashed with her otherwise casual outfit.
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