Something was not quite right with that window.
"Where in damnation are we?" the feisty woman grumbled while rubbing her head.
"I have no idea," the soft-spoken man answered. "Obviously a room, but no door, and the window is... Less than helpful."
"'s that supposed to mean, Rodriguez?"
"Just..." he paused. "Look at it."
Clarisse didn't really notice anything off about it. It showed a vast grassland just on the other side.
"So what? We'll bust through it and get out. Oh wait, I'll bet you already tried. It bulletproof?"
He simply pointed.
"Look again."
Gasp.
Something was not quite right with that window.
