... loud hum on techno music blasting through the room... people dressed as [N] had described -- white with splashes of colour... glowing face paint and clothing dye illuminating briliantly in the darkened room. ... distinct odour of sweat mixed with alcohol ...
"Why the hell are we holding a meeting here?" I hiss at [K], forcing a smile as a tall college boy winks at me as we walk past.
[K] shrugs. "I guess because of our age, they can't send us into the field quite yet?" He smiles back, cocking his head to the side. "We'll find them, somewhere."
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