The desk Grey sat at shifted and moved. It felt like the entire room was moving, but that seemed like more of an optical illusion than anything else.
A hidden passage hidden beneath the desk opened up, and when Grey stood, he found there was a line of steps leading down into an infinite darkness. His eyes couldn't help but narrow.
'Odd.'
Grey didn't immediately move from his position. Standing there, his hands remained in the two drawers. This didn't feel like any normal circulation pattern, and yet it somehow felt empty at the same time.
'Dammit, there's no time.'
Grey's jaw set and he chose to bury the mystery at the back of his mind. He hurried down the stairs after rounding the desk, not minding as it slid overhead.
He doubted that Silva's set of keys would be useful down here, but he held onto them nonetheless. But what he wasn't expecting was a wall of hot air to slam into him, and soon after that did come the scent of foul sewage.
