"Relax."
Crux stopped Belladoll from just storming outside. "Are you blind? There are at least a dozen D Classes in there, probably a few hundred E Classes, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was a C Class or two hidden in the weeds. We're not storming out like idiots."
Belladoll rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking things. Zarek is not here."
"You don't know that."
"I do. Whenever you start overthinking his actions, he's got you in his trap. We go now. We go fast, and we go hard. As if we need to worry about D Classes—and is the number of E Classes even relevant? If C Classes appear, maybe I'll finally get a little bit of a warm-up."
Belladoll swept the tip of her umbrella in an arc in front of her feet. The sunlight peeking through the windows reflected across its surface and concentrated into a laser that effortlessly cut into the thick concrete so deeply its end couldn't be seen.
