Behind Viktor was the elevator, it would take them to the lowest level, which contained a series of mazes, just never ending corridors, locked doors, opened doors, things that weren't doors and only looked like them. And somewhere inside there was their final destination, the source of what he had been looking for. There were a series of control rooms, of rooms with endless files, there would agents carrying out their daily duties throughout.
People monitoring equipment, preparing and cleaning weapons for use. Many, many purposes of the day to day operations. Most of whom would flee at the sight of armed men who weren't their own coming in, especially with the amount of blood that had been spilled. They were all aware of the possibility that they would have to evacuate.
Inside a large room, it was dark, and Nina lay on the floor, having been stripped and placed in something like a hospital gown, a series of various drugs had been injected into her blood stream, and for the past several hours since had been knocked out, she had apparently been screaming in unimaginable pain. But now it was quiet, silent.
Looking around the lights came on, there was an empty chair in the center of the room, and a mysterious voice boomed through the speakers which kindly asked her to sit, and so she did. She would have to sit and wait, for Vukani, knowing he must have been successful thus far, he never gave up. Though a portion of her wondered, just why exactly she had been allowed to remain alive. It was a mystery. While seated, she crossed her legs and waited for something an explanation.
She understood the purpose of this room. It was a sterile torture chamber. What had been done to her was just one of many tricks the agency had for those who had gone astray, it was all supposed to lead up to death, though usually it was far swifter.
"Vukani...."
she whispered, as she looked up toward the ceiling, the door opened, but no one was there. It remained opened, as though she were the cheese at the end of the mouse trap.
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