The weapons stay raised, but no one fired.
Johannes and Evelyn stood on one corner, Dmitri on the other. After inspecting the vial, he gestured toward the stairwell.
"Inside," he said, lifting off his foot that struck the third person's spine.
The three of them moved without protest.
"Echo Actual, I'll stay for overwatch," Zolyah reached out. "Your squad should be there soon."
"Roger that," Dmitri lowered his weapon and followed where the three had come in.
The room was silent.
Thick concrete walls boxed the darkness in, leaving only a thin blade of moonlight cutting through a cracked ceiling near the right corner.
Dust hung in the air, motionless, undisturbed for days or maybe even longer.
A single table stood at the center, scarred and uneven. An unlit lamp rested atop it, its glass clouded with grime.
Johannes stepped forward without hesitation.
