I didn't waste a second. Time Stop always felt like a temporary miracle, and I knew I only had a limited window before it ran out. I slipped through the doorway and into the office area without making a sound.
Well, well, well.
So this was what Dakota was doing when Brok wasn't around.
Hookers and drugs. The American dream.
Dakota was stretched out across the desk while some Asian woman was frozen mid-movement on top of him. Two other guys were collapsed on the floor, while an older man had passed out behind the desk with a cigarette still burning beside him.
"Wow," I muttered to myself. "Look at this."
I stepped around a spoon on the floor and moved deeper into the room.
