Sporemageddon

“Hi there!” I said as I walked forwards with a friendly wave. I had all of my social deception skills running on a low simmer and my most casual ‘I’m just in a good mood’ smile on.

This wasn’t entirely off-the-cuff. I had moved back a ways and waited for a few carriages and even some cars to pass through the gate before making my move, though I wasn’t so patient that I stalked around the place for hours, just a few minutes.

The gate was guarded by two bullies, and that said a lot already.

If these two were normal guards, then it would stand to reason that they were hired by a local company to keep the place secured. But they were police, which meant government, which meant a higher level of investment than what the average company would be willing or able to put into something like this.

The wall around the dungeon itself should have been the first hint, really. It was a fence about twice as tall as I was, with a coil of barbed wire at the top. Not enough to stop someone determined, and as I walked around it a ways I did see that the fence crossed through a few alleys that didn’t have any onlookers and I bet that a pair of bolt cutters would let me through, but I didn’t have that at the moment.

So instead I walked up to the guards, feeling a slight shiver run through me as my magic was tugged out of me and away, towards the not-so-distant dungeon.

One of the guards looked up to me and slowly uncrossed his arms. The other was reading the day’s paper and not paying very much attention.

The gate here was a simple sliding gate on a set of tracks hanging above the road. There was a door set in the fence nearby as well, in case people wanted to get in without having to move the entire main gate open. The locks on both were undone and left unlocked which was presumably not an issue when there were bullies right there guarding the passage in.

“What do you want?” the guard asked.