Doom POV
I had been worried that this might not be something Tracey should see. I understand Tempest needing closure, but Tracey, my sweet girl, doesn't need to see it.
The cells hadn't been cleaned in a while, the stench was strong, the cries from prisoners loud. Everything I had expected to see, hear and smell. I doubt these cells have been used in many years. I watched Tracey, but after the initial reaction to the smell, she stood tall, like the trooper she was, and followed Tempest from one door to another till we reached the one we had been waiting for.
I chuckled in my head at the sight. Dawson made a terrible-looking woman. I guess if he was only seen in the distance, he could be passed as a woman, but close up, no way, you would have to be blind, but it did fool our guys until
