He waited until a group of workers began heading for the door, obscuring him from the view of the guards. Then he ran as fast as he could and ducked into the alcove, out of sight.

Now here, Oliver wasnt sure what he was looking for. The wall appeared to be a straightforward wall. There was no trapdoor or anything beneath his feet. He felt around, touching the bricks in the wall. Then, suddenly, he felt the texture change beneath his fingertips.

At once, Oliver found that this particular brick was loose. He grappled with it, trying to hook his fingers beneath, and finally manage to wiggle it free. And there, behind the brick, was a lever.

Oliver didnt waste a second. He pulled the lever. Immediately, the wall clicked backward. Could it just be another of Armandos secret sections, hidden behind a fake wall? Or did something more sinister lurk the other side? Either way, there was only one way to find out. Oliver would have to enter.

He quickly glanced around the side of the alcove, looking at the nearly empty factory floor. The guards were busy ushering workers out the exit. While they were distracted, Oliver made his move. He pulled the fake wall fully open and slid quickly inside. Then he shut himself inside.

It was dark and smelled of dust. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Oliver noticed in front of him was a narrow, metal spiral staircase painted bright red. It looked familiar to hm. He recalled the red staircase his in his own era, the one where Lucass bedroom was located. Could it be that Lucass room was at the top of these stairs?

Oliver took a breath to steady his nerves. Then quietly tiptoeing, he began to ascend the stairs.

He went up and up for what felt like forever. When he finally emerged at the top, the ceiling was pointed. He must be right at the top of the factory, where there was an attic.

And there, ahead of him, was a door.

Oliver tried the handle. It was locked; a sure sign of secrecy.

Picking locks was a skill Oliver had perfected through the years of being Chriss brother. Hed lost count of the number of times his bully brother had locked him out of the house, forcing him to learn to jimmy the windows or pick the locks. Hed gotten pretty good at it. It had been awful at the time, but now Oliver could see it had all been good training.

He fiddled with it now and heard the lock click open. He tried the handle. This time it yielded. Oliver entered the attic.

Right away, a chill went through Oliver as it dawned on him where he was standing. This was Lucass HQ.

By the desk at the window Oliver noticed notebooks and sketches.