Vaults
Jonathan's legs wanted to give out by now. He silently cursed as the person in the lab coat aka Beau or Mister B shifted the vaulting box ever so slowly. He made sure to balance himself with his hands just in case he really tripped and made any noise. He heard a loud metallic creak, the kind of sound that echoed slightly when they were hinged together. He gulped and tried not to let his breath go now. Being a swimmer did help with holding his breath. A new sort of scent filled the room and he lifted his arm to cover his mouth and nose. It smelt a little putrid yet sweetly sickening. It took a lot out of him just to try not to throw up. Now, he really didn't want to head down there to check. The sound of the metal door shutting echoed a little before everything went back to being silent
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