Sara and Jessica were on full alert. There was an intruder in the portal room, and they had tripped a silent alarm.
The black-robed figure of Dreya the Dark stepped out into the long corridor, unconcerned, unhurried. She sensed them before she saw them, hiding at the far end. She had taken no more than two steps when two purple catlike alien girls stepped out from where they thought they were concealed, each pointing a weapon at the woman in black, who continued to walk slowly forwards, regardless.
“Sorry, love,” Jessica spoke up, “but I don’t think you’re meant to be here.”
