Lewis, ever vigilant in his role as security chief, took point as they entered the dark passage. His hand instinctively went to his hip, but he remembered that their weapons had been confiscated. He'd have to rely on his training and instincts to keep them safe.
"Stay close," Lewis whispered, his eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. "We don't know what we're walking into."
Jammy followed closely behind Lewis, with Rachel bringing up the rear. The passageway was narrow, forcing them to walk single file. The air grew thick and musty as they descended deeper.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to slope sharply downward. Lewis raised his hand, signalling the others to stop.
"Careful," he warned. "The floor's getting steeper. We don't want to lose our footing."
