The maintenance stairwell behind the language department was enveloped in cool shadows as the strike team slipped through the narrow doorway.
"Watch your footing on these narrow metal steps," the dark-haired striker whispered, keeping her cutter angled low against her thigh.
"The steps are covered in greasy motor fluid and shattered glass from the ventilation shafts."
"My spatial detection shows no vibration within twenty paces," the former instructor reported, keeping her back pressed against the wall.
"The sports faction placed barricades in the main corridor, but they never discovered this utility route."
"Those gym thugs only look at straight hallways and open doors," the striker chuckled in a low, mocking whisper.
"They have the tactical awareness of a brick."
"Stay focused on the ceiling ducts," the First Player directed, his eyes adapting instantly to the gloom through his high perception stat.
