The guard's keys jangled as he unlocked the heavy door. The metal groaned like a wounded animal.

A woman with red hair stepped into the doorway first. Her eyes swept the room—the bare walls, the concrete floor, the single drain in the center.

A man in a dark suit pushed past her. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable. An iron prosthetic glinted under the fluorescents.

The group crowded the narrow hallway. A blonde man in blue moved to the front. His hands were open, unarmed. He crouched down to your eye level through the glass.