Because we had cops, some semblance of legality had to be observed, to the annoyance of Morgan.
A statuesque nurse was manning the reception. He was seated but you could see him massive blonde frame over the counter. He flashed us a toothpaste-commercial smile.
-"Welcome to Execut-"
Ron pressed the Court Order against his face.
-"We are looking for missing people."
Stallings stole blondie's smile pulling the phone cord.
-"Don't touch that phone if you know what's best for you."
While Blondie was zip-tied, Karrin went over the info at hand and O'Toole attacked the computer. Morgan and I kept our distance, lest we fry the information.
Stallings saw some name on a post-it.
-"Laura Collins, she was on the missing list. Room 204."
Our party continued forward, O'Toole would man the reception and alert us if he saw any movement.
The first flight of stairs. Nervewracking to say the least. Like a well-oiled machine, the Special Investigations team cleared each room. All of them were empty.
Warden Morgan lifted his offhand while he covered the hallway with his gargantuan hand cannon. He left his own sword behind in deference to my condition.
-"We are close to them. Change ammo."
I was the only one unarmed, my gear consisted of bandages and healing supplies. I approached one of the tanning beds. It had ...dust?
Morgan approached. He licked his finger and swiped over the dust.
-"Someone was made an example. Check those marks."
Sure enough, there were scratches inside the tanning bed.
-"They cooked one of their own here, didn't they?"
I was aghast at the very idea of that torture.
Mmmm, and what about the traitor?
Morgan addressed the mundane audience.
-"Remember, they will try to get in close. They are vicious in close combat."
He took out a short staff on his offhand and motioned for them to follow.
We took another flight of stairs, Karrin's cane click-clacking on the way. Morgan made a shushing motion. He performed a minor incantation and all of us became silent. He bid us follow and our footsteps were devoid of any sound. Even Karrin's cane was mute.
A whistling tune filled the hall and we saw a janitor cleaning the floor. She was dancing along with the tune, moping the floor without a care in the world. Morgan touched Ron's shoulder and made shooting motions.
Ron adopted a shooting stance on one knee and Morgan increased the aura of silence. The whistling tune stopped and the Janitor looked around. Just in time to receive a faceful of Blessed Kosher Salt.
We all saw how the skin boiled and the victim clawed bloodied chunks out her face. Ron shoot again and the janitor dropped dead.
We were to resume our movement but Morgan held us back. He instructed Ron to shoot again and this time, the whole body exploded. Dust got into the walls, even reaching the ceiling.