Moonwhisper led the way to the underground bunker, the four friends following rapidly behind along with the two rescued waitstaff. Once they realized that the bunker existed, it had been retively easy to scout around the town until the wolf and Deirdre found the trail leading to it, following the path until they found an ominous looking concrete shed at the end of a driveway.

  "This must be it," Colin observed as the four gathered around the entrance. A rge number of tracks led to this point, footprints everywhere in the mud nearby.

  "Yup," Bridgette agreed. "Okay, so Moonwhisper and the two dies go find a pce nearby to hide. We'll go down, clear the pce out, kill Warren and his thugs, and rescue the captured women. Easy as falling out of bed."

  Deirdre blinked at the unusual metaphor, but patted Moonwhisper on her side and whispered instructions to her. The wolf stood, the two women clinging to her back, and trotted off into the darkness. Deirdre and Colin stared off into the darkness for a moment, watching them go, before Bridgette cleared her throat and got everyone's attention focused back on her.

  "Okay team," she began. "This is going to be ... fuck. I don't know. I don't know anything about insane underground bunkers owned by harem-seeking megalomaniacs. I have no idea what we're going to do." Bridgette paced back and forth, tugging at her braids.

  Colin stepped forward, raising a hand. "I actually think I might know. I'm a nerd, I like science, I was even looking into missile technology for a while, back in the old days. As a result, I've seen a bunch of shit online about missile silos. Generally, it's going to be tight passages. We'll go in, there's usually a man-trap area with a pair of big bst doors we need to go through. Once we're in, it's going to be probably ten floors, with stairs going down each level. It'll be circur, typically. Basically, they yank the missile out and someone comes in after the fact and builds a bunch of shit to make it a house. We'll need to be cautious, watching our back to ensure they don't circle behind us, but generally just work our way down, then back up."

  "Thanks Colin," Alice said cheerily. "That's super helpful information! I think we're probably best with Bridgette leading, then we can mix up the rest of the formation however we want, but just stick together and make sure to call out if we see anything."

  Deirdre nodded, stepping up next to Colin and checking her bow to make sure the string was good, then putting it back on her shoulder and checking her swords and daggers. "Ready," she said.

  Bridgette took a deep breath, gncing toward the shed. "Okay, in we go. Let's go get our girl back." Bridgette stepped forward, easing the door to the shed open and peering inside. She drew one of her small axes from her hip, realizing that the halls were probably too small to be effective with her greataxe. Inside was a hallway about twenty feet in length that slowly sloped downwards to where a giant bst door stood partially open. The four quickly slipped inside the hallway and started walking down toward the bst door.

  Right as they reached it, they heard a scrabbling from behind them and the shed door smmed open and closed. Colin, the st in line, spun around just in time to have a strange man with a panicked expression on his face run into him full force, knocking the two men sprawling to the ground. "We're under attack," the stranger screamed. "They sughtered everyone at the pub!"

  "Ow, what the hell, get off me!" Colin yelled, thrashing his limbs as he tried to get free of the stranger. Bridgette strode over, pulling Colin to his feet and then looked down at the stranger. She waved at him.

  "Hi there! Who are you?" Bridgette put on a cheerful voice, smiling kindly down at him. "We're new here."

  The stranger gnced up, looking around the hallway, trepidation on his face. He was undoubtedly considering the four of them and judging based on what he expected to find, and two scantily cd women, a third wearing a leather hunter's outfit, and an unfamiliar man in a robe was not who he thought he'd run into. He started to edge back away from the women before Bridgette stepped forward, grabbing him roughly by the shirt and picking him up, pcing an axe under his throat.

  "I feel like we might have gotten off on the wrong foot," she continued. "Maybe you can help me out. I'm looking to find a friend of ours, Warren. I hear he's around here somewhere?"

  "I ah ... ", the man stammered, gncing between the women. "What do I get out of it?"

  Deirdre stepped up alongside Bridgette and pulled a dagger, pcing the tip into the man's left nostril and started to lift until it was just starting to slice into his flesh. "We kill you st, sver."

  "Or not at all?" The man asked in a quavering voice. "It wasn't my fault."

  "Tell us what we want to know and we'll talk about it," Bridgette bargained. "Tell us the yout of this pce, how many people are here, what to expect for defenses, and where we can find Warren."

  Over the next few minutes, the man talked at length, volunteering every bit of information he could imagine to try to save his own life. There were ten floors to the bunker, each about the size of a standard two bedroom apartment, with a central staircase that led down each level. There was also an emergency dder that led through all floors, but that was off in the side. The man estimated there were probably thirty guys in the bunker at any given time, and probably fifty to sixty women held captive. When Warren was in town, he usually hung out on one of the two bottom levels with his four best friends and the best ten to fifteen women. The rest of the floors were sort of a mix, uglier girls up top, hotter girls down near the bottom, and the guys could trickle between the floors based on how useful they'd been to the town.

  "And which floor do you normally spend time on," Deirdre asked calmly.

  "Oh, they never let me down to four or lower, beyond my first tour of the pce. I mostly hang out on two, but every now and then I get to three and sample the wares when I've had a big heist." The man admitted, before suddenly realizing he'd been a little too honest about patronizing the women of the silo.

  Deirdre moved quickly, knife fshing, and the corpse slumped to the ground, blood pooling around the body from a severed artery.

  Alice gnced at the other three and took a deep breath. "That's a lot of bad guys in here, but we know what we have to do. We're on the right side, this is important. Let's go rescue those girls."

  Deirdre, Colin, and Bridgette fist-bumped Alice and the four stepped through the bst door and into the bunker.