Chapter 11 By Green We entered the dark hallway and ran in the opposite direction of the interrogation room that I had first come from with Spencer. Rohan was in the lead, I was right behind him, Bluu behind me. We stopped at a bolted door and Rohan started working away at the locks. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You really,” Bluu wheezed, trying to catch his breath, “had me scared for a second when you walked into the room like that.” “Glad my acting was on par,” I joked. Bluu smiled but asked seriously, “What did that Spencer guy do to you?” “His ability is brain freeze,” Rohan answered for me. One of the locks opened and he moved on to another. “Like Freya’s black tendrils can infect people’s minds, Spencer can infect their brains, freeze their thoughts, and control them like puppets.” I shuddered. “If you put it that way…” Rohan shrugged. The last lock fell to the ground and he pushed open the door. “Guys!” Bluu cried out, running into the room full of kneeling, bound figures. The dimly lit room revealed their haggard faces with eye-bags so prominent they looked like zombies. I had a hunch that Sunside had injected them all with the substance that prevented them from returning to their real body. But their Dreamselves must be reflecting their physical bodies, I thought. Which also haven’t gotten any sleep. I knelt down next to one man while Bluu and Rohan started untying hostages from the other side of the room. “What’s your name, sir?” I asked him as I undid his gag. “Yanli,” he answered. “I’ve never seen you before.” I smiled. “I’m new to the Wang Group. Name’s Jimmy Cartwright.” “You’re the one that’s driving those Sunsiders nuts,” a woman said as I moved on to untie her after Yanli. “You could say that. But I really was just trying to get some sleep.”
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