“I don’t think you will,” Avian Morrison said.

Everyone turned and looked up. Captain Morrison was standing quite casually with a pair of handcuffs twirling around her finger.

Brook blinked. “Who let you out?”

Morrison ignored him. Her gaze settled on the grey-haired man. “And who exactly are you?”

“Call me the Manager,” the man said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain Morrison.”

“Can’t say the same,” Morrison drawled. “Let the rodents go.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t do that,” the Manager told her. “Now, return to your room, and I’ll make sure they don’t come to harm.”

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