Slam. The heavy metal door clanged shut behind us, reverberating through the narrow corridor. We had entered the belly of the beast, guided by E.Y.E, our trusty companion, towards the rear of the imposing structure. What struck me immediately was the fact that we hadn't actually set foot on the ground, so technically, we weren't trespassing. That small comfort aside, the tension in the air was palpable.
Crunch, crunch. The leaves beneath our feet protested our presence, creating an ominous symphony of sound as we trod across the verdant grass. Louis, always the observant one, glanced upward and spotted a ventilation pole extending from the building's roof. It was apparent that this was our point of ingress, the conduit through which we would embark on our mission.
"Alright, we know what we're doing, right?" Greg's voice broke the silence, his tone a mix of determination and trepidation. "Get Hans, get out."
