52: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann followed the traces of Annys and her assistant into the bowels of the museum.
Strips of emergency lighting ran down the steps, and Ryann pulled up filters to aid her sight. There was a door after four flights, and it opened for her. That might have been part of the emergency procedures, or it could have been down to Annys. It didn’t matter which.
The stairs continued, to the tenth level beneath ground. At the bottom of the stairwell was a door, with smoked glass at head height. Ryann pushed through, into a small lobby, with another door to the left and heavy double doors straight ahead. One of these hung open, and Ryann approached.
The room beyond was immense. The lines of emergency illumination faded into the distance, running along corridors of storage units th
