The squirrel man climbed up the elevator cables with an ease only one of his breed could manage. Farther below him he could heard the others laboring the climb the steel rungs that ran up the sides of the elevator shafts. They were headed to the lobby and the freedom it promised.
He was on another mission, it would be dangerous. As Mac had warned, but he had no doubt that he could complete it. Hitching the straps of his back pack up onto his shoulders better. Anton gathered himself and lept, his clawed hands finding the thin lip. Pulling himself up he pushed the elevators sliding doors open, and stepped out into the cold dark concreate chamber.
Soon the danger would really begin.....