Deep in the Brookfell Tunnels, a squatter crouched in front of a door. She worked urgently at the lockbox that secured the building.
"One...three...one...two. Got it."
The indicator LED flashed green twice, then the deadbolts holding the door shut released with an audible -click-. Myra opened the door, and peered into...darkness. Rustling, skittering, chittering darkness.
Myra expected this....
