Krystal’s POV
The passage towards the sub-basement was of that deadly silence which thudded against the ears. Even the elevators did not ding down here. Colt and I were shadows; his accession pass opening every door we reached that was closed.
Room 72 was not included in the company directory. The wall plaque next to it simply said, Archive Extension Engineering. It was enough to deceive well-educated people. However, that is no longer the case. Not us.
Before we went in he looked at me in question as to whether I was prepared.
I nodded.
He shoved the door.
It was no room. It was a vault, a polished stainless-steel surface covered with stainless steel shelving, a floor of sparkling tile, dimly illuminated by fluorescent overhead lights. On the left side were freezers. On the right: t
