What a loon... Just hope that our friend is a bit more sane than he was. Hammond walked stiffly, trying his best to imitate the guards' walk that he had seen them doing. They were all very linear and professional, he was much too casual for the job, but he still managed to blend in well enough. Em was blending in magnificently, he thought, she'd not been seen yet by any of the guards and even he had managed to lose her at one point. So subtle, so at ease in the darkness.
He followed after Em, letting her go slightly in front, towards where the man had said their agent was being held. Hammond hadn't really trusted the man but his information was the best they had.
Eventually they reached a large door with an equally large sign saying "Prison Tower: Guards Only".
"It's just up here, top floor I think," said Em from the shadows.
"Good," Hammond said, pushing open the door, "I've had just about enough of this place." He looked up the prison tower's interior and sighed. Not long now, not long now...
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"How many stairs do they have in this freaking place!?" Hammond was dragging himself slowly up the stairs, exerting great amounts of willpower to keep pulling himself towards the next step.
Em stepped up to his step and giggled. "We reached the top ages ago. You can stand up now."
"Well excuse me for wanting to be dramatic!" He stood up and climbed the final step. "Let's just find this guy and get out of here."