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"Got it in one," said Winter. "But so far no one's got out over the walls or through the gates; the prison
guards have seen to that. The Governor's insistence on regular panic drills seems to have paid off. The
real problem lies with Hell Wing, which is where we come in. If someone's managed to get in there
and bust any of those creatures loose, we could be in real trouble. You could break out any number of
people in the chaos that would cause. And if that someone's let them all looseтАж we might as well
evacuate the entire city."

"That bad?" said Hawk.

"Worse."

Hawk thought about it. "Might this be a good time to suggest a strategic retreat, so we can wait for the
God Squad to back us up?"

Storm sniffed loudly. "The word retreat isn't in our vocabulary."

"It's in mine," said Hawk.

"Just how well-confined are these supernatural prisoners?" asked Fisher hurriedly.

"Very," said Winter. "Hell Wing is a separate pocket dimension linked to Damnation Row by a single
doorway, protected by armed guards and a number of powerful magical wards. Each inmate is
confined separately behind bars of cold iron, backed up by an individually tailored geas, a magical
compulsion that prevents them from escaping. There's never been an escape from Hell Wing. The
system's supposed to be foolproof."

"Unless it's been sabotaged from inside," said Hawk.

"Exactly."

Fisher frowned. "All of this suggests the riot was planned well in advance. But the prison didn't
become dangerously overcrowded until just recently."

"It was a fairly predictable situation," said Winter. "Once it was known the Kings were coming here.
Especially if our mysterious planners knew of that in advance."

From up ahead came the sound of ragged cheering, interspersed with occasional screams and catcalls.

"We'll have to take it carefully from here on in," said MacReady quietly. "We're getting close to the
occupied wings. We have to pass right by them to get to Hell Wing. The Governor's going to try and
distract them with new attempts at negotiating, but there's no telling how long that will last. It's bedlam
in there."

A scream rose suddenly in the distance, drowned out quickly by stamping feet and baying voices.
Fisher shivered despite herself.

"What the hell are they doing?"

"They'll have got to the sex offenders by now," said MacReady. "There's a social status among
criminals, even in Damnation Row, and sex offenders and child molesters are right at the bottom of the