Cinnamon Bun - Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty - Fishing for Information

... t the end of the tunnel between the first and second floors, which was probably a good thing. Poor Hannah's breath was ragged as she struggled under the weight of her bags. She looked half-ready to chuck them aside.

"Give us five?" I called out to Jean-Pierre.

He scanned me and the two new recruits, then gave me a firm nod. One of the others, a grenoil in the other all-grenoil team, scoffed, but no one else protested.

"Alright," I said as I turned to Hannah. "Let's get th ...