Question before reading this post: what is Dmitri?
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Chapter 48 – The Other Side of Right is Wrong (Samson POV) Pt.2
"Talk about not judging a book by its cover," Luca mumbles as we follow Fatima up a flight of stairs in the barn to a glass door, a keypad next to it. Immediately glancing around the small room, that could comfortably fit maybe six people, I spot four vents in the floor, eight above, and three rectangular-
"It decontaminates us," Fatima says as she enters the code quickly on the keypad, after just staring at it for a while. I had almost assumed she did not know the code. As she taps on the last key, the glass door slides to the right into the hanging wall.
With no fear, or less than I've seen on Fatima compared to when she was moving into our house, she steps into the room, near the far corner.
"Hold up! Wait, lets get the things from the car so we don't have to do this twice," Imogen chirps, turning and rushing down the steps, Luca and I following her while Fatima waits.
I grab the satchel, duffel bag and her suitcase while Imogen and Luca grab shopping that we had done along the way here stopping at places that were low key and didn't have CCTV that we could see.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Imogen and Luca behind me we join Fatima in the white room, the glass door closing behind us. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but I startle when all at once the vents above and below me pelts air out.
I close my eyes from the force showered against my face. But as abrupt as the pressure came it was gone and the glass behind me, shifted to the right.
Leading us, Fatima enters the next white room, pushing the door open and searching for the light switches. Finding them easily, she flips the first switch. Moving aside, Luca and Imogen stand beside me, able to make out the open layout of the room in the darkness that Fatima could not.
The first overhead light shines over the kitchen, and Luca's earlier comment is proved to be an understatement.
Based on the wrecked exterior, I expected a matching interior.
As Fatima turned on the lights, the barn was slowly shown, white sheets over piece of furniture. The walls are concrete, but my eyes narrow at the wood ceiling. Searching for holes or slithered gaps in the frame of the barn, but I find none. It is also blatantly clear that if there were any crevices in the structure that they've been filled in with concrete putty.
Placing everything on the floor, I walk to the windows. Inspecting the design, again I look for spaces, gaps, anything. But again I come up short; the jamb, sill, channel and casing of the window are all secure.
Everything was pointing to Dmitri preparing this place to be like the one he kept Fatima. Blinking, I shake my head, focusing on Fatima again.
She stands still, her eyes taking in the room, and I do as well.
Walking around, slowly removing the sheets, I quickly come to the conclusion that Dmitri hasn't been here recently. Yet, it's warm. The shades used are browns, light caramels, dark burgundy sofas, and arms chairs placed in front of a fireplace.
Still, nothing personal jumps out at me. There are no pictures of anyone. I send a wary peek towards Luca and Imogen who are folding the sheets and stacking them, as they peer around the room themselves.
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Werewolf"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."
