Anya and Zack walked quickly and quietly. They did not need to stop and ask directions, for every step they took through the Finch was carefully planned and thought out. They stopped, precisely a foot from the corner, and listened. Silence. No guards today. Zack turned the corner, followed closely by Anya.

He opened the door, following Anya through as she passed him. He let it swing on its hinges.

The wind covered their tracks, the door settled, leaving no trace of their appearance. Though somebody had been watching, somebody who would never forget them.

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