Welcome to the Terrordome The group of guards and visitors followed the Warden away from the ship, onto what appeared to be a large circle built into the roof. The Warden swept aside his long coat and lowered himself to the ground, laying his hand flat against its surface. He said his name, "Warden Reginald Drexel," and the circle jolted abruptly, then began to lower. Frank looked up at the circle of light above them, watching the sky grow smaller and smaller, and it felt like he was seeing the last of his freedom slipping away. First he was down among the guards, and next, he'd be down among the prisoners. It would take a miracle to think that they'd ever make it to the top of that roof again. Frank felt light-headed as they lowered and he stumbled slightly, having to steady himself to maintain balance. Bob Buehl frowned at him and said, "You feeling all right?" "I'm fine," Frank said. "After flying with you all these years, I'm just not used to such a smooth and bump-free descent.
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