We had to fight our way through the tunnels, but M.J. said it could have been worse. There were usually more troops stationed at Heavenless, but many had been sent off to deal with the aftermath of the bombing at the theater--which had been the whole idea behind it, of course.
So between the masked man's karate, M.J.'s dance fu, and my mix of Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Wing Chun, and Systema, we were able to get through the worst of it. We took some hits, I knew I'd be sore later, but nobody got shot or caught.
We emerged from the hole chewed in the dome by the masked man's maggots, gasping for breath in the cool night air.
As soon as we stepped outside, the masked man stuck fingers in his mouth and whistled. Seconds later, I heard thrashing from the brush, and a familiar roar. Thundercl
