Nightshift 29; Basement Grand Ballroom
(From here)
Citan led the way down the stairs, all senses on alert. He was tense and his muscles were tightened as he made his way down. He didn't know what was waiting for them, but he knew that whatever was down here was important.
And when he finished the stairs and found himself in the basement for the first time, he knew he was right.
A great ballroom, something right out of the highest classes of Solaris, lay beneath the institute. Even in the dark, with only the beam of his flashlight, even with the wear and slight strange film of macabre that clung to the institute, it reminded him of a life left long ago.
"My god," he breathed, feeling impressed despite himself.
Citan led the way down the stairs, all senses on alert. He was tense and his muscles were tightened as he made his way down. He didn't know what was waiting for them, but he knew that whatever was down here was important.
And when he finished the stairs and found himself in the basement for the first time, he knew he was right.
A great ballroom, something right out of the highest classes of Solaris, lay beneath the institute. Even in the dark, with only the beam of his flashlight, even with the wear and slight strange film of macabre that clung to the institute, it reminded him of a life left long ago.
"My god," he breathed, feeling impressed despite himself.