[ Flynn reaches out, grabs at Yuri's shoulder to keep him still. They're both in horrible jumpsuits and weaponless, but Flynn can at least do this: move in front of him, clear the awful high-ceilinged hallway thick with the smell of oil and the copper stench of old blood. Now that they're out here, it reminds him more of Heracles, alive with the bone-rattling hum of distant machinery.
Something drips away behind them. Flynn breathes shallowly through his mouth, scanning every corner for movement.
There's nothing.
They're alone, except for a row of other doors, all hanging open. Suspicion and fear dart under Flynn's skin, prickling at his neck. Down at the end of the hallway they're in are some metal stairs ascending into warm darkness. ]
We need to move quietly. Whoever brought us here clearly didn't want us leaving on our own. Follow me.
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[ Flynn reaches out, grabs at Yuri's shoulder to keep him still. They're both in horrible jumpsuits and weaponless, but Flynn can at least do this: move in front of him, clear the awful high-ceilinged hallway thick with the smell of oil and the copper stench of old blood. Now that they're out here, it reminds him more of Heracles, alive with the bone-rattling hum of distant machinery.
Something drips away behind them. Flynn breathes shallowly through his mouth, scanning every corner for movement.
There's nothing.
They're alone, except for a row of other doors, all hanging open. Suspicion and fear dart under Flynn's skin, prickling at his neck. Down at the end of the hallway they're in are some metal stairs ascending into warm darkness. ]
We need to move quietly. Whoever brought us here clearly didn't want us leaving on our own. Follow me.