The way down was slow and somehow greasy. Total darkness surrounded them. Gill turned on the car radio and the LED’s lit up their faces in a green pulsating glow. ‘Jovi Rocks!’, Gill said. Manko seriously disliked the sloppy song, so when Gill started to violently shake his head to the music, Manko thought it wise to say nothing. The song had almost finished when they arrived at a large underground lobby and as Gill turned off the radio, he sang the last words out loud:
‘They’ll never let us go unless we try
I’m tired of living just to die.
We’re getting out of here
As Manko stepped out of the car, still troubled by Gill’s taste in music, he noticed two men coming towards him. An old man with a grey suit, grey hair, a pair of heavy black eyebrows and a small grey moustache. The other man was quite tall and wore a Lab coat.
Zero: ‘Welcome to our facility, Mr. Manko, my name is Zero, I am in charge of this operation. You cannot imagine how happy I am to see you.’