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story had large windows that circled the building. The only way in was a giant set of double doors at the front; not that we would be using them. Seeing no Demons (or anyone else, for that matter), we ran across the street to the fire escape ladder. Holding Pancake in one arm I climbed up, careful not to make any noise.
    At the top I pushed Pancake up on the platform and followed. Crawling on my hands and knees so I wouldn’t been seen from inside the building, I went to where Pancake sat waiting. Ace and Shooter followed me, almost as quietly. Even they can be stealthy when they have to.
    We moved to one of the big windows and I used the sleeve of my jacket to wipe some of the dirt from the grimy glass to look inside. Bile rose in my throat.
    A circle of humans, dressed like they were going for a big night out, cheered on a pair of men who were in the process of beating the hell out of each other. The slightly less bloody of the two landed a vicious punch square on his opponent’s nose. I cringed as he fell to the ground; his face looked like raw hamburger meat. 
    Turning to Ace and Shooter, who both looked as grossed out as I did, I was about to tell them it was nothing but a bunch of idiot humans when I heard a low growl come from Pancake. Looking back into the warehouse, I watched, stunned, as hamburger guy got to his feet. No way was that humanly possible. I scanned the crowd again and that’s when I saw them; two Demons disguised as men in their early thirties.
    The one closer to me was Asian, tall with greasy black hair, dressed in a long sleeved dress shirt and jeans. The other one was shorter and wore glasses, dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. I wouldn’t have paid them any attention except they weren’t cheering; in fact they showed no emotion whatsoever. They just stood there staring at each other from across the circle and I realized they were controlling the two fighters like puppets.
    “Guys, this is so much worse. Those are Wrath Demons.” I whispered.
   I wouldn’t be thrilled with the proposition of Wrath Demons in any case but there was something more here; it takes a lot of power, very dark power, to control a human to that extent. It’s easy for Wrath Demons to instigate human fights; any perceived slight could be magnified and lead to violence. But to have two fighters blindly keep going; that was a whole different level of control. No way was I getting Ace and Shooter involved in this.
     “Come on, we’re leaving.” I whispered, pulling on Ace’s sleeve to get his attention.
     “And what? Just leave those people to die? You know what they’ll do.” Ace said.
     I knew him; he was going in there with or without me.   I looked past him to Shooter for some help, only to find that he already had the window open and was in the process of getting into a stable spot to shoot. Right; so this was going from bad to worse real fast.
     “Fine.” I sighed, turning back to Ace, “Take Pancake and go to the front, get those doors open and the humans out.”
     I passed him Pancake and waited while he climbed down the fire escape. Once they had turned the corner of the building I opened the window and balanced on the sill.
     “Shooter, keep an eye out; I’m not sure how many Demons are in that crowd. Be ready, they’ve got room to fly.” With that, I stepped off the sill and dropped fifty feet to the floor below.
     Landing on my feet I ran to the shadows. It was worse down here on the factory floor; the coppery scent of blood, the meaty (I know; ick) sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard between the cheers of the crowd. What was wrong with these people? Why would they voluntarily watch this? Sometimes I question who’s sicker; the humans or the Demons? At least Demons are evil by nature.
    The seconds ticked by faster and faster and with it my fear we weren’t going to be able to