The Fifth Level.
It had a reputation among those who dealt with the slave market. They said it was the most secured area as well as the place where the market stored its worst secrets and its most dangerous locks, guarded by a being so powerful that people who spoke of it did so in half-phrases and lowered voices. I didn't know the truth of what it was, only that Han walked tight behind me, shoulders practically pressing into my back as if I were her shield. That small, protective closeness said more about the thing we were about to face than any rumor could.
"You know, Leon, I think what you're doing is admirable." Han's voice cut through the stale air—quiet, casual, but with a weight to it that made me look over my shoulder.
"What is?" I asked, keeping my steps slow so as not to draw attention.
