“Something isn’t right…” Hooper stood next to Randell, looking up.
Randell followed his gaze. The stairs continued to climb higher. “How do you mean?”
“You have been stopping every ten floors. We should have two more floors ahead.” Hooper pointed up. “That look like two floors to you?”
It most certainly did not. To check his perception, he looked down the well again, and then back up. He spotted no discernible difference. “But how?”
Alleye whistled, “We’re not in Kansas anymore…”
“Something is playing with us.” Hooper pulled a wicked-looking firearm from under his coat. “We’re not alone.”
The sound of the agent c*****g the weapon sent chills down Randell’s arms. He never liked guns. But something more sinister lurked about. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The weapon di
