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should’ve been intimidating guns. There was a guard at the main door which meant there would be one at the back door as well.
    She had two options - she could try and walk in like she belonged there or she had to find a way to sneak in. Urges told her to try and sneak in, it was the better option since she didn’t fully know what she was walking into and her ignorance could be her Achilles heel. But if they let her into the building she would have free reign to figure out what was going on.
    They would pat her down, she realised, watching the door carefully as two people approached and confirmed her suspicions.
    Against her heart’s desire, she undid the sheath from her hip and dropped it to the ground before pulling her gun out from the back of her pants. She didn’t want to go in empty handed so she put it in the one place he wouldn’t thoroughly check, between her thighs up nice and high.
    Walking proved to be a little more difficult with something so cold and metallic snug up in her nether regions but she tried not to think about it as she approached the door. She went over Blondie’s words from the bar in her head. This had to be the point of the auction, this is where they were going to sell everyone off. She was sure of it. And going on that whim she burst into character as she got to the door.
    “Invites only.” The guard held up his hand in her face to which she quickly grabbed and pushed down.
    “Do you not recognise a General’s daughter when you see one?” She arched an eyebrow at him, taking her haughtiness to a new level. The guard spluttered for a moment and stared at her.
    “Whose daughter are you?”
    “General Faulkner.” She didn’t need to lie about this one, her father’s name had opened many a door.
    “Rose?” She nodded her head, taking her sister’s name because it was a lot better than telling them who she was. That was a fast track to jail, she was certain of it.
    “I thought you had been patroned off.” He looked bewildered.
    “Yes, and now I’m here to get some help around the house. Are you going to let me in or not?” He was still staring at her and she shifted on her feet, jutting a hip out so it was on display when she put her hand on it.
    “My patron isn’t going to be too pleased to hear that I was held up at the door.”
    “Yeah, but…” He frowned more at her and for a moment Quill felt her confidence waver. Maybe he knew something about her sister that she didn’t. When had Rose become such a celebrity?
    “Yeah, okay, go ahead.” He stepped away and she shifted uncomfortably through the door, vaguely annoyed he hadn’t tried to frisk her for a concealed weapon. Ducking into the side room nearest the front entrance she quickly retrieved the gun from between her legs and tucked it in the front of her pants under her jacket again. She felt a lot better now without a barrel between her ladyhood.
    Following the noises through the house she was led into a receiving room where chairs had been set in front of a stage. Apparently this was going to actually be an auction.
    She moved through the room, someone pausing to hand her a fan with a number on it. Everything was so official except for one thing - her. Everyone else was decked up like they should be at a Presidential Inauguration whereas she looked like she’d been dragged out of the slums. If people believed she was an agent it still wouldn’t earn her any favour, she stuck out like a sore thumb.
    Wanting to get out of there as fast as she could she moved through a threshold at the left of the room, skirting around the edge of the room and moving through to the next. She followed the maze of rooms, looking for the other Desecrated wherever they were being kept. She paused outside of a swing door that led into a kitchen. There were several staff members working hurriedly to get what should’ve been hors d’oeuvres but instead were little shooter glasses of congealed burgundy jelly. Another cook frantically