At one corner he paused suddenly, holding up a hand. They stopped. Then Cole heard it: footsteps, voices, laughter. Someone howled. Fred gestured toward a door, opening it with a swipe key. They followed him inside and he beckoned them silently to the video peephole. Cole watched in horrified fascination as a group of four men passed by, bloody, their business clothes torn and ragged. What was worse was their cheerfully crazy expressions. They went staggering and lurching by, two with their arms around each other. One of them let loose the howl that they’d heard before, and the other three laughed. A bachelor party from the bowels of hell. They waited until after the men had gone, peering out through a crack in the door until they were out of sight. Vision and Teamwork, said the walls. Mission-Centered. Wsxosszzx93#. “Follow,” said Fred, this time in New English. They followed. Three more times they had to hide from roving bands of men, ducking out of sight into rooms and once into a side corridor.
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