There were caterpillars crawling in her stomach. Francess was sure of it. Her nerves felt like hundreds of tiny legs itching and tingling her insides. She slipped past the vampire who looked so much like a tormenting Inquisitor and pressed her back against the wall.

Between the back door they entered and the device, there were tarps hanging in rows, making up private stalls, stores of weapons and equipment under heavy surveillance, and several enemies, from the sounds of it. Cultured voices echoed in the ceiling rafters.

"Psst..." Francess waved at a fellow fugitive. "It's on the far side of the room, near the wall maps," she whispered. Astral travel had allowed her to get a glimpse at the insides of the warehouse before they came. She had seen the giant communication device in its final stages, as a dark-haired girl put the bells and whistles on it.

She clutched a knife and a can of pepperspray. Though a firearm would be better protection, Fran had no training on how to properly aim one and the idea of pulling a trigger terrified her.