Nick pushed forward around me. It’s always the token dumb human who gets it first in the movies. I followed to find the hall dead-ended with the familiar silver doors of an elevator. Nick was trying to wedge the dead doors apart. Muttering “damn testosterone,” Ivy strode forward, and with their joint efforts, the doors slid open to show an empty shaft. Jax hovered by my ear as we all looked up, and then down.

“Down, right?” I asked, thinking that if we had had more than a day to plan this, we could have swiped an entry card or something. No one said anything, but Jenks dropped into the darkness. Nick, too, swung into the shaft, easily grabbing the service ladder. I looked up, wondering how often they used this thing. “Down,” I whispered, wishing it had been up. That half-mile hike had probably put us across the road and under Trent’s business complex. I hoped.

Ivy was next, trying to stick closer to Nick now that we were actually behind the walls. The metal was cold in my hands, and it felt too small as I descended.

Jenks’s pixy wings clattered as he landed on my shoulder. “Hold up,” he said, and I hooked an arm in the ladder and glanced down. “Nick is trying to get the door open by himself.”

“Get the hell out of the way!” filtered up as Ivy pushed past him on the ladder, despite the cast. Smirking, I was slowly descending a few more rungs when a soft artificial light blossomed in the shaft. I reached for the edge and found Ivy. She extended an arm to help me in, but I still almost fell into the carpeted hallway.

Catching myself, I looked back into the elevator shaft. “Never thought I’d ever do that,” I muttered, then frowned when Nick left a smeared glove print where he’d pushed the silver doors closed. Idiot.

Jax was busy with the hall camera, and if I hadn’t known we were several stories underground, I’d swear we were in an upper interior hallway with the usual flat beige-and-white carpet, wooden doors, and frosted windows that looked into the offices, all of it combining to give the illusion of an upstairs office.

Jenks hovered to inspect the clean door while Ivy finished putting her tiny spray bottle of cleaner in her belt pack. “We need to move in stages,” the pixy said. “The cameras down here won’t stay tripped unless you’re right there babysitting them, so we’re going to leapfrog it. Jax will hold one camera as I scout to the next, and so on. There will be some time where you’ll show, but it can’t be helped. Shouldn’t be too many people watching. It’s between shifts.”