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Chelsea should not have believed her acquaintance. She had been to illegal nightclubs, ones that set up for a night at an abandoned location, have a party, and then disperse before daylight. She should have known that this could not possibly be one of those.

For one, the place, despite supposedly just having been shutdown, seemed to have at least some activity, though at a much reduced level from what a medical company building would have had. Just work as they try to get the building sold, the person said. At night they don't even have a single security guard.

Second, this place had a rep for weird stuff happening. Stuff people only gossiped on. Who would want to set up, even for a night, at a place that could potentially hold a surprise? Of course, she had been at ones at abandoned factories and warehouses, so how different was it, really?

She did end up going, dressed to party along with a number of other people in their twenties. It did seem fine, at least until the lights went out and the doors suddenly locked.

Donovan now stood there just now that day had arrived near one of the "abandoned" research labs, waiting for his friends to get finished from their surgery, the same one he had only a few hours ago. He shifted his stance, trying to find a more comfortable way to stand, but this outfit precluded such a thing. He knew that she had worn it for looks, that she did it to make her body look good, but he now was wearing it and she no longer had a body to make look good!