The six followed the president down to the lowest floor of the Pentagon. According to him, they were at least sixteen hundred feet underground.
Ding!
The elevator doors swung open, and unlike the other floors, what they saw wasn't a corridor with doors on parallel sides.
No, to even open the elevator to get to this level, it needed the president to scan his blood, his palm print, his retinas, a code, and finally facial recognition.
What was hidden down here? All five wondered, while Trisha just followed behind. She was so silent she was mostly unnoticed.
It took Elaine dragging her by the hand on several occasions; if not, they might have lost her on the way.
Sometimes, with the way things had changed, it was easy to forget that the girl was blind — especially with the way she acted at times.
The doors parted, revealing a grand room housing what seemed to be a gigantic particle accelerator — at least that's what they all concluded it to be.
