Riley

The air in the drainage pipe was quiet as I led our strike team through the round metal tunnel, and Fantine stayed right behind me with her hand on my belt while Silas brought four of his white-furred spearmen along the wet pipe floor. We reached the end of the tunnel where a square metal grate opened into the basement level of the syndicate night club, and I could hear two guards talking on the other side of the wall while the heavy bass music from the club floor above vibrated through the ceiling boards.

"The guard room is right on the other side of this metal grate, Riley,...