"So, that means you two were lured to that spot to be the fall guys in her death." I held my hands up with thumbs touching and parallel to the ground, I closed one eye and centered the pan of them in the open square my hands formed. "Yup. the frame fits perfectly. The Lone Stars one floor down say they got you running from the hit and case is closed." Tark worked a lever, and the wall swiftly slid up into the ceiling. I turned to face that direction and heard the Old One growl in low tones as it disappeared. At his urging. I sniffed the air, but all I could smell was ork. Given the circumstances, that didn't surprise me. I didn't catch the significance of the Old One’s warning until I heard the wall lock into place and heard the safety on the HK227 click off.