"Clear." Everyone was dead, and not by their own hand. Therod and her crew had checked the entire complex over, not a single soul was alive. Hostages and magic users were both dead. It looked like someone else had already come threw and done the job, but there wasn't any shell casing indication of a fight. Just dead bodies.
"Yeah I'm not liking this one bit, everything is turned off over here." Rem gripped his shotgun tight, something was wrong here, a lot of somethings, he felt nothing magical either.
"That would explain why I can't connect to anything, can someone turn some stuff on or something?" Carut was watching through the on board cameras each person was wearing and he didn't like what he was seeing at all.
"Not yet, I don't us to touch shit until we've established what happened here." Therod looked at the other two and she could see they were both jumpy. Whatever had happened, they had now just stepped into it.
"I want to say I told you so, but at the same point, I want to live long enough for that to not be the last thing I said." Rolando was still magic locked, though looking at the bodies he almost felt it was a good thing, the magical seemed to have gotten it worse than everyone else.
"I want you both to shut up, something is still here with us." The bodies were too fresh, whatever had killed them had to still be there.
"What makes you say th..." Rem was cut off as the room was suddenly awash in ghosts. There had been no one and suddenly they were surrounded by hundreds of ghosts. "That, boy now don't I feel like an idiot."
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