Vaughn and Ivan moved forward cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space. The smell of damp and decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of stale alcohol.
As they approached the office, they saw two men sprawled on the ground, clearly drunk and unconscious. Vaughn exchanged a glance with Ivan before nodding to Ryle. He stepped forward, shaking one of the men by the shoulder. There was no response; the man was deeply asleep, his snores loud and rhythmic.
Vaughn's patience was thin, and he felt a surge of frustration. These men had answers, and he needed them now. He motioned for Ivan to grab a nearby bucket, filled with dirty water, and without hesitation, he dumped it over the first man's head.
The man sputtered and gasped, his eyes flying open in shock. "What the hell?" he croaked, trying to sit up but failing miserably.
