Gerard, Ox, and Fishmonger searched the west wing and tore apart the living spaces. Fishmonger found something and yelled, and Gerard and Ox both came over to see him standing over a heavy metal trap door.
Gerard knelt and put a code into the keypad. It beeped angrily at her. “Drat, he’s changed the code.”
“I could crack it,” Fishmonger said. “There aren’t too many combinations.”
“He limits the number of times you can put in a code. … Read More