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A Hidden Passage

Max had the crowbar in his hand. He was standing in an underground room that hadn't been used in what appeared to be four or five decades. The walls of the room were adorned with scribblings and writings. Maggie was studying them.

A subway car rumbled close by.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Have I ever lead you astray?"

"Yes. Plenty of times," he joked.

Maggie was studying the hieroglypics on the wall. She turned back and flashed him a smile. "I meant lately?"

Max let out a small chuckle. It was a rare show of emotion from him as of late. "So, is this the place?"

He watched as a mechanical bug scuttled across the floor. 

"Yes," Maggie replied. "There is a passage behind this wall."

"Why does everything have to be hidden?" Max said to no one in particular. "Always embedded in something."

"Now what fun would it be otherwise?" Maggie asked as she pointed to a section of the wall. "Hit it there."

Max stood before the spot that Maggie had pointed out and thrust the crowbar out, like a cobra striking. The section of the wall gave way, revealing a dark passage. It had been well sealed and air was being sucked into the room.

"Oh, this bode wells," Max said as he dropped the crowbar and drew Joy and Pain. 

Maggie shone a light down the passage. She drew her pistol as well, as what sounded like a roar of a beast could be heard, or was that just echoes of a subway train stopping?

Max eyed the corridor, his eyebrow arched. "You sure about this?"

"As sure as your Greatest Hits album, back four shifts ago," she replied.

Max gulped.