>>5155706>>5155720>>5155850Time was clicking, a bold and bumping rhythm within your blood. "This better be fucking worth it." You declared, the gamma bros clearly goaded by your choice. Dimitri grins, eyes wide an excited. "Isn't it always. What is the point in living with risk?" Spinning on his heels he glides down the hallway. You jog up beside him, the both powerfully walking down the corridor. His fingers danced on the crude piece of equipment, a low whiny beep echoed out from it. Alexander and Anthony faulted, standing there bodies twisting back and forth as they weighed their options. Promptly they gave chase. The gaunt faced boy led you through corridors like a blood hound, the beeping intensifies as he pauses in the middle of a corridor. The device led him to the wall. You all watched expectantly, he delivers a mean kick to it. Instead of snapping through soft plaster board the tiny bang of metal replied.
A hollow echo. "Got yah, been searching for this little shit lord for the last few days. Security delivery service elevator. In case we get uppity." You shared looks with your fellow pilots, mostly a mix of fear and surprise. The tension in the air bubbled higher with each step. With a hiss the panel pealed back, revealing a rather large interior. Enough space for ten or fifteen men. Well that was a surprise. Who knew what other secrets were hidden throughout the building. Rushing inside you all huddled together within the big space. "This is crazy." Alex mumbled as the door hissed back into place. "For real" the remaining three of you replied in unison.
Dimitri's fingers were busy trotting like the hooves of some demon, the smooth panels within the elevator flickered and began to roll through display screens. Clearly being affected by the device. Time drummed on. And you all fell, you felt your stomach climb into your throat as each other grabbed one another. The metal box falling through the tower of glass. Floor numbers rolled by as you zipped down and down. Into the three hundreds before. Slowing and stopping. Thankfully, the ride had left you all shaky. Knees wobbling as you exit. "Slip off the jackets. We are off duty! Youth officers, so play up the arrogance. You are all the ball batter of some gentry dickhead." You blinked at the colourful wording, slipping free and carrying it under your arm like some prize.
