They inched forward in the pitch-black passageway, their hands outstretched to avoid bumping into unseen obstacles.
"Dammit, I can't see shit," Jacques grumbled, his foot catching on something. He stumbled but caught himself on the wall.
"No shit, Sherlock," Eugene said. "You got a light on that fancy watch of yours?"
"Nah, left it at home. You?"
"Phone's dead. Been meaning to charge it all day."
They continued to fumble in the darkness, occasionally bumping into each other or the walls.
"There's gotta be a switch somewhere," Jacques said, running his hand along the wall. "These secret labs always have dramatic lighting, right?"
Eugene chuckled. "Yeah, because mad scientists love their theatrics. Keep looking."
They moved slowly, feeling their way along the walls. Suddenly, Eugene's hand brushed against something.
"Wait, I think I found it," he said, tapping the spot. There was a soft click, and light flooded the space.
