“Yea, we’re not in the clear yet,” Lex reminds me, taking my hand and pulling me along.
“Hey, I like to celebrate the little victories.”
“Ren,” he scolds. “Be quiet.”
“Sure, sorry.”
The floor we’re on looks pretty huge and…Ivory. This has to be his floor, and I don’t think it’s the best idea to snoop in his stuff. Though I’m sure he probably hasawesomeshit, and I’m curious as hell.
Still, we don’t have long until those dudes come back.We gotta move.
“Let’s take the back stairs,” Lex says, leading the way back to the small staircase we came from. But instead of going up, we go farther down.
This place is weird. And fascinating. Beautiful and creepy, just like The Ivory himself.
The steep, winding staircase brings us into this odd corridor, and we just start trying doors. Quietly and slowly, of course, in case more large guys are waiting behind any of them.
Voices can be heard from somewhere in the distance, but not close enough for us to worry.Yet.
And then we hear a helicopter.
“Shit,” Lex grunts. “He’s leaving…”
“It’ll be fine.” I chew my lower lip. “Maybe he’ll come back…”
“Yea, I won’t hold my breath.”
We somehow end up in another hallway, and then,finally, we catch a lucky freaking break.
“Yes!” Lex cheers quietly. “Panic room, baby.”
I beam with pride. “Fuck yea. Let’s do this, Lex Luthor.”
It takes my man all of ten seconds to find a kill switch. He shoots me a mischievous look, and I smirk.
Lex pulls the lever with a clunk. And everything goes dead.
All but the lights in the room were standing in. But everything outside of it has gone dark.
“Oh, man… He’s gonna be so mad,” I laugh.
“Okay, spread out and help me look.” Lex starts rifling through drawers.
Seconds are feeling like weighted minutes while we look for the thing. And I’m briefly worried that we won’t be able to locate it.
“Babe, we might have to work with what we’ve got here,” I mumble anxiously. “What if The Ivory heads this way…”
“Just give me a second…” Lex is opening everything, ransacking the room.
I don’t enjoy discouraging him, but I just don’t see how we can be sure his device is even in here.
“It’s a panic room, though,” I shiver from nerves and adrenaline. Shouting in the distance has me cringing. “Power’s out means comehere. Not trying to be a Debbie Downer, but I really think we should—”
“Just hang on! I know it’s here, I justknowit…”
“How??” I rasp, frustrated and freaking out just a tad, which I hate.
I think I hear voices…
