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The storm drain appeared to be little more than a long drain pipe that swept rain water out of the city.

However, it had seen far better days and a large portion of the wall had been breached. Much of the crumbled concrete had been long swept away, but heavier blocks of stone and rubble remained yet.

Given the darkened tunnels visible through the breach, the damaged drain pipe no doubt accounted for a lot of the recent flooding in the catacombs.

Julienne was the next to drop down the pipe, after Marc. She landed in a crouch and scented the air.

The scathing warning look she threw Marc said what her lips didn't. Who the fuck are you?

Now wasn't the time to ask questions though, and she moved after Bowen towards the breach into the catacombs where Claire and Alek had slipped through.