Never fails to amuse me when I find after two or three edits something simple overlooked, such as hear instead of here. This section was more of that kind of edit and some cutting down and clearing up of details. I am still not geeked about this section, so you may see it again soon before I finish up the remaining chapters.
Back to the Present…
“I wish these alarms would shut off,” Whiskers said louder than he would have liked. “They know we are here.”
Shrugging Puddles stepped around piles of garbage, constantly on the lookout for dangers or messes on the uneven floor. Alarms blaring, they moved cautiously through several tunnels and rooms, other than garbage, debris, and graffiti all empty. Standing in the middle of the third graffiti covered room; Whiskers looked at his skin watch two hours since they started this search. Puddles kicked over a table, scattering empty cans and vape inhalers. Her physical expression of frustration mirroring his internal frustration.
Walking over to Puddles he shouted, “They are not here. If they ever were. Looks like whomever was here left in a hurry.”
“I know. I want to know for sure,” gesturing at lopsided doorway, “let’s finish this up. Maybe we will get some answers.”
“If nothing else find the alarm controls.”
Puddles smirked before heading out the doorway. Whiskers nearly stumbled over Puddles peeking around a corner paw held up, something ahead. Stepping aside, Puddles gave Whiskers room to look around the corner. A white metal reinforced metal door, ajar bright light shining through the gap.
“No need to be quiet,” Puddles said.
Hefting her frying pan, she strode to the door and waited for Whiskers to catch up.
“Yes,” he said drawing his katana stepping through the door into the bright room.
Following him in, frying pan and pistol ready, “Shit these lights are bright,” she exclaimed.
“The room is clear,” Whiskers announced.
They stood in white room, three white sealed suits hanging on pegs next to the door. Every surface in the room was white. Without warning the alarms shut off.
“Found the alarm controls,” Puddles announced from the other side of the room, “Everything else on this terminal has been wiped. Same with whatever they were working on at the tables.”
“Record what you find,” Whiskers ordered as he pulled out his phone, “hopefully someone can tell us what all of this was for.”
A half-hour recording holo-vid of the room and an adjacent room; the only visible clue small piles of white ash on tabletops and in cabinets. Whiskers found an exit. Following the exit tunnel to a hidden landing pad took another half-hour.
“This was unexpected,” Whiskers said.
“Feels like a set-up to me,” Puddles replied.
“Who and why?”
“Good questions. Let’s get out of here before someone comes back.”
“I need a shower,” Whiskers said looking at his gore-covered body.