Next to the surveillance room was another door. Ax moved quickly toward it. He pushed on it, just as I noticed the arrow taped to the wall above. “Break room,” the arrow read.
The door opened. And there, directly in front of us, were four Hork-Bajir. Seated around a card table. Elbow blades hanging casually off the chairs. Tails slung back across the floor. Each held a hand of cards tightly in his claws. A single, unshaded light bulb dangled from the ceiling.
Lowkey Liminal 