Chapter Seven
Ten minutes later, Strike and I were following Shade down a long, winding corridor that looked similar to the storage room in which we had arrived, except that it had more lights and doors and was much narrower. Strike’s face wasn’t green anymore; apparently his sickness had just been temporary, though every now and then he’d rub his stomach as if to soothe it.
As for our teams, they were being escorted to a different part of the ‘Facility,’ as Shade had called it, where they would stay while Strike and I spoke with Cadmus. I felt a little uneasy about being separated from my team, but Blizzard had assured me that they would be fine and would be capable of taking care of themselves. Still, I rubbed my earcom every now and then, which would give me the ability to speak with
