Location starts in The Training Room, beside the pool, it is at the installation of the pool that the construction crew finds the tunnel, heading ‘somewhere’
In entering the tunnel they traverse an abandoned tunnel system.
<Pi>
One of the main things Pi learned as a vampire is that life was not a static thing.
Change was an ever evolving beast with unpredictable turns of temper. Like a child raging at the vagaries of a disciplinary parent you could expect all things at any time from the effects of transformative ideas. There would be some who would embrace the idea of change because they embraced all things in that way. These people would throw themselves into the fray and enjoy the challenge of an as yet unknown world. They were the evocative orators and brave adventurers. Invariably they were also the daredevil free thinkers in need of sensible parameters and loosely held reins to pull back their more unpredictable inclinations.
And then there were the others; the slow deliberators and assessors. These were the ones who watched and listened. They took notes and let the concept percolate until they were ready to consume the desired state in small, carefully elucidated pieces. They were no more valuable than the others, but different. They were intentional and considered and when they committed it was forever.
Pi lay on her belly on the floor of the training room. She was beside the pool, a constructed access way to the pool pump open and her head was ducked into the floor. She held a flashlight in her hand and she swung it to the left and right muttering to herself.
It probably had a lot to do with her upbringing but Pi was the sort who jumped into new ideas like they were wild mustangs she needed to wrangle into submission. Fear of what she didn’t yet know had never stopped her before and with eternity stretching out before her like a long unravelling highway, she had less reason to be cautious. There was no fear of the unknown or an immediate adverse reaction. When she had been shown what they suspected was a tunnel system her gaze lit with eagerness.
Her curiosity was that of a cat, her agility that of the wolf she changed into from time to time. There was a tunnel below her training room, a very large, and very cavernous tunnel and she really really, wanted to know where it led.
The construction crew had found these tunnels during the renovation of the Undersecretary Office. Below the four walled shop with its innocuous office desks and overflowing metal trash bins had laid dormant a part of the city’s history. She didn’t know where it led, what it meant or how it could be used but she wanted to investigate. She wanted to investigate it very very badly.
She had sent the text to the family, asking if anyone was available for a short mission to search some tunnels they’d found under the Training Room, now she just waited for people to arrive before hauling herself into the dark pit that was the hidden tunnel.
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<Doc>
After receiving the text from Pi about the tunnel underneath the Undersecretary’s Office, he knew he wanted to be a part of the group that headed down to explore it. He wasn’t one for nature usually, but exploration, especially exploration of something manmade, that had lain undisturbed for a number of years, that interested him. It interested him greatly. In no time he had used the tome to bring himself to the portal room and it was just a quick step to the training room.
Doc found Pi, on her belly with a flashlight trying to see what she could without actually crawling down there. He could tell she was itching jump in, as was he. “Have an extra flashlight anywhere handy?” He squatted and followed the beam of her flashlight as she moved it about. It looked deep, and it was difficult to see how even or uneven the floor below was. He glanced around the training room and noticed the small generator that the work crew had been using while doing renovations.
“What say we lower this thing down there and set up a up some lights. Get a better view of what we are dealing with before setting off into the dark?”
As anxious as he was to have a look around, Doc wanted things done correctly. No sense harrying off half cocked, and risking someone getting hurt, or someone unintentionally opening a doorway into the Quarantine Zone that couldn't be shut up again. The Undersecretary’s Office was dangerously close to the Quarantine Zone, so movements in that direction would need to be doubly cautious. “The QZ is just a few hundreds yards to the east.. yea? Having some lighting so we can see what’s actually down there is a priority.”
<Pi>
“Hrmmm?” she mumbled absently, still swinging her torch back and forth into the crawl space. She did know he’d arrived and she had a moment of relief someone had, and hoped more would come, because she suspected the job that awaited them was a big one. Pi was now a supernatural being but she wasn’t that keen on dark spaces and what they had below them seemed like a very big, very cavernous black hole of a place.
Pushing herself up to her knees she relaxed back on her haunches to stare at the generator Doc pointed at, to nod her head.
He’d come to surprise her, Doctor Charles Neilsen. They had a rocky history but between them they had managed to set their past aside, maybe not forever, maybe not all the time but it had become a regular non-entity and she had to appreciate what that meant. It meant that he was here, the first to come here and he was willing to help drop down into this urban crevice.
“Oui. Good idea” she replied, seeing the sense in his words about using the generator for light.. “We’re going to need light. I think.. there are more torches (flashlights) in that tool box over there.. might need those too.”
She stood then, moving over to the generator. It was a gas job, and by the look of the tank, it was full. It would be noisy but it would give them what they needed and maybe, they could leave it up here, and run the cords down so the racket wouldn’t deafen them. Kicking the heavy piece of machinery gently with the toe of her boot she moved past it to pick up one of three drop cords left by the crew. It was yellow, as if drop cords needed to be a bright colour in order to remind people that power ran through the thing. Crouching she tied the cord into a loose knot, then connected the pronged end to its receptacle as she’d been taught. One to connect the power, the knot to ensure any pull wouldn’t disconnect the two ends. A trick of any carpenter, to ensure power wasn’t cut short by a short sharp yank.
“You want to make your way down first? I’ll give you the cord and I’ll swing the rest down to you... I expect others will come along soon enough. They can follow the power cord to find us.”
Crouching she picked up the long carefully wound power cord, then the other before making her way back to the manhole.
“Whatever is down there, it’s big and God knows, if there are paladins, hunters or ferals,we’ll want to see them coming.”