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25 June 2016 @ 04:36 pm
III: Journey To The Tournament Hall  
The modern-day equivalent of a tournament hall was probably the arena where the 76ers played, so Harry decided to go there. He took his Swiss army knife and some twine with him—why exactly, he couldn't say, but he would be prepared to truss a turkey, if nothing else.

He rode the bus there, or several buses as it turned out. There was no game being played and no concerts or other events. Would he have trouble getting in? There were probably security guards.

This is stupid. What was I thinking?

When he got to one of the side entrances, however, he found that it was unlocked. He slipped inside, working his way down toward the locker rooms under the stadium. Those were underground chambers, right? Unless the wording on the scroll had been referring to janitors' closets or something. Whatever.

It was dark in the basement. None of the light switches seemed to work, and the light from Harry's cellphone didn't help much. He was able to locate one of the locker rooms, but thought he heard something and stopped to listen.

There were thumps and moans coming from the other side of the door. Crap, what the hell is that? It's just me all alone down here, plus whatever's in there...

Should Harry go into the locker room anyway?

Or sneak back out the way he came?