Zanele reached a room after some time and removed the mat from the floor. It exposed a wooden door that she pulled open. She made her way down with familiar movements. The girls and I had no trouble navigating in the dark thanks to {Imaging}.
After we got off the ladder, we found ourselves in a long, dark tunnel. A single torch did its best to shine, but it was far from enough. Zanele picked up another small torch. She was about to light it when the girls all pulled out large flashlights.
"How handy! Thank you."
Modern-day torches in hand, we then made our way forward in silence. About five minutes in, the girls began to talk to me via their links out of sheer boredom.
'Mr. Code, you are about to destroy the geopolitical situation of the world. Are you sure about this?'