The lift groaned as it descended, every movement accompanied by the grinding of old metal and cables that Gideon wasn't entirely convinced were still capable of holding their weight.
But this was better than going down through the cables conventionally. He just hoped it wouldn't end up with them being crushed like a horror movie he once watched.
He kept one hand near his weapon while watching the darkness below through the gaps in the rusted platform, although there wasn't much to see except the occasional pale glow from the parasite growth far beneath them.
Petter seemed determined to make the descent more uncomfortable.
"Chief, if this thing breaks, do we get to count falling to our deaths as part of the operation or do we need to file a separate report?"
Addam snorted beside him. "Pretty sure the report would say, 'Four idiots entered a mine and decided to use a lift that hasn't worked in like fifty years.'"
"Speak for yourself. I'm not an idiot."
