"Well? What do you have?" the man who formed the dome, Lik, asked.
They glanced at each other with uneasy expressions before one of them finally spoke.
"I tried talking with some of the attendants."
"And?"
The man shook his head. "None of them slipped. They're air tight."
"What about the rest of you?"
They each shook their heads with somber expressions.
"He's right," another one chimed in. "Looks like she changed the portal attendants during our capture. It's going to make our mission much more complicated."
"That stupid bitch!" Lik cursed out, clearly irritated.
"First she abandoned us into the arms of the enemy… and now she's standing in the way of our goal."
The air turned heavy at the mention of the Saint. Their eyes hardened, and their killing intent drenched the air. Their hate was palpable.
"What do we do?" one of them asked.
