"I need to tell you something," Noel said. He tidied himself as he spoke. He wiped the dirt and debris​ off of himself to the best of his ability. He pulled a comb out of his pocket to run through his hair. He adjusted his glasses. He undid his pants to tuck in his shirt. "This support beam we've been sitting on? We're adhered to it. It's part of my soul weapon. I can't be budged once I plant myself somewhere. Stay in contact with me, and you will not be harmed, even if we're hit with grenades, okay?"

     "Uh, yeah, yeah, thanks." 

     Noel smiled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "We made quite a noise just now busting through their ceiling like that. I think we're going to have visitors very soon, and I doubt that they'll come unarmed. I've got to give Estelle a call."

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