The corridor stretched ahead—plain alloy ribs, cold lights washing the floor in pale bands. Don walked in step with Gary, both of them moving at a steady pace that felt almost ceremonial in its routine.
Gary's hands were folded behind his back, his stride clipped and deliberate, the posture of a man who could have been walking the halls of an embassy rather than a subterranean fortress.
"Overall," Gary said, voice even, "depending on what particularly makes this enlistment unique, it could prove to be a great opportunity."
Don let out a low sound that might have been agreement, eyes trailing over the exposed conduits running along the ceiling.
Then—
Tap-tap-tap~
The rhythm hit his ears. Not casual steps. Running. Hurried.
Don's head tilted slightly, already tracking the sound before his body bothered to react. Gary, however, caught it as well. He turned his head just enough, exhaled through his nose, and said, "Well then, sir, I shall return to looking through the matter."
