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of a window and she knelt by it, feeling along the glass. It was closed and trying to pry it open only resulted in the glass shifting just a bit before settling back in place.
    So much for a silent entrance. She leaned back onto her butt, put her feet out and kicked. It was a risky move but she needed to get in there, she had to get to her sister and get her out of there.
    The glass shattered on the ground below making her wince as she paused once more to make sure no one came running. When no lights or people came, she slipped through, cutting her back this time as she slipped in. Doc was going to be pissed with her once she got back, but she’d worry about it then.
    At the very least it would get Tate off her case about training for a day or two.
    Landing with a thud on the basement floor, the impact jarred her knees and the glass crunched underfoot. Now that she was in she had two more things to do: find Rose and figure a way back out. She might have to just make a run through the front door with guns a-blazing. It was a little Wild West for her taste, but it would be effective… She hoped. Rose hadn’t looked like she was exactly decked out in running gear. She looked more ready for a party.
    Moving through the darkness of the basement Quill was thankful for the old early Victorian style which left her in a sprawling empty basement room. No weaving in and out of rooms like upstairs trying to find the way out. Darkness guided her with a small band of light at the base of the door that had to be the exit.
    Blind and moving slowly because of it, her toe smacked against the back of a step. Quill reached out in front of her, looking for a hand railing as she lifted her foot only managing to trip on the edge of the bottom stair. Both her toe and her knee ached when she landed on it, wincing slightly. Her body was getting a beating tonight, this was probably going to be the last time she volunteered to be a hero. It wasn’t her style.
    Crawling up the stairs in pain she reached the door and finally paused, waiting to make sure it was clear. Drifting from beyond there was a soft voice speaking, wrapping around her and reminding her of something she had almost forgotten about.
    “Tonight we thank our patrons for their dedication to our livelihood and helping us to maintain the lifestyle in which we are most accustomed. Without their patronage, our society would’ve failed by now and we would’ve been living like the savages we were before the awakening. To celebrate our thanks for our freedom from Desecration, we offer to our Patrons gifts tonight. So it is with my pleasure that my subscriber, Rose, may introduce you to tonight’s lineup.”
    Quill pushed the door open with her shoulder and stumbled out of the basement looking around. The room she entered didn’t belong to the main room from which the voices, and now clapping, were coming from. She was thankful for this, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle everyone turning to look at her if she did interrupt something important - which from the sounds of this, it was.
    Slipping to the threshold, Quill carefully made her way toward the room and peered into it, trying to draw the least amount of attention from her appearance. On stage, some of the other Desecrated walked on, just as dazed and sleepy as before. She frowned, watching them line up like they were on display in a store. When her eyes flicked to the audience she watched them stare and the way they exchanged discussions and she remembered with a start the word “auction”. They were on display. These people were going to buy the Desecrated prisoners.
    Quill felt herself go cold as she looked up at her sister standing beside the lanky man at the podium, as slim and good looking as the beast from the bar. His arm was slung low around her sister’s waist; this must be her patron.
    Rose’s eyes flicked around the room and suddenly settled on her and Quill felt like a spotlight had suddenly been cast on