The Building Prt 3

I peek back, holding my breath to steady my shaking self, quick enough to see the door beginning to slide shut as he slowly lowers down below the level he’s standing on. It clicks instantly that the floor is moving, and he’s going down. Like some sort of elevator for sure, and it explains why, on the surface, there’s no sign of life and the building is small. It’s deceptive, and the sliding door, it conceals a car sized transport to a lower level. That means whatever is down there is big enough to accommodate vehicles should they need to be taken down, and that makes my blood run cold.

I don’t think it’s any kind of power plant, and I shouldn’t be here at all. It obviously has more going on below, and now I know a wolf is manning this station, then I have absolutely no chance of finding anything worthy of stealing and getting away without a trace. Not that I want to anymore. Everything inside of me is telling me this is a bad idea, and