Answer me, dude. We’re getting a little concerned here. Why are the doors locked down? I’d call this a little bit of a fire risk, wouldn’t you?” Louis kept walking until he got to the break room, which was illuminated inside by a single, dull red emergency light. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the sky light, which simply reflected a dark sky above. Nothing in the room was amiss. No spilled water or coffee, no burned food, nothing at all to indicate anyone had been there recently. Antonio followed Louis in and crossed his arms as he leaned against the door frame, his back to the large room behind him.
“Well, I guess they ain’t up here,” he said, scanning the room from top to bottom, eyes lingering on the open window.
As he finished his sentence, they both jerked their heads to the side as they heard the clear sound of someone walking slowly toward them through the cubicles on the other side of the break room. Instinctively, they went silent, moving through the small room to the doorway, and peering into the darkness. Beyond the first row of cubes, the outline of a clumsy form was visible against the bright light of an emergency flood. The person’s hands flailed out to the sides, and it limped slightly, making its way forward, toward where they stood.
“Rajesh?” said Louis, eyes narrowing in the low light to try to pick out the form.
Suddenly, the unknown walker stumbled and fell, leaving their field of vision. Louis shot forward, eager to know who it was and what they were doing. Behind him, Antonio’s footsteps followed. Louis turned the corner of the last cube and saw the sprawled form and stepped back, disgusted.
“Damn it, Cam. What the hell, man?”
The skinny form on the floor twitched once, and sat up slowly, holding his shin and breathing heavily through his teeth.
“What? You’re the only ones allowed to leave the crypt down there?”
He made a pained face and rocked on his bony ass, like a child who had fallen from his bike.
“I told you, man. Don’t call it that. I hate that shit. I get claustrophobic.” Louis resisted the urge to kick the young man, and backed up, offering a hand instead. “What are you doing?”
“Same thing as you Hardy Boys, looking for a cell signal.” He pulled himself up, and pushed his greasy hair from his eyes.
Louis, stunned momentarily by the reference to the Hardy Boys, stuttered even as Antonio filled in. “Good idea, but we were actually looking for Rajesh and Tiny. You see any sign of them on the other stairwell?”
Cam snorted as he limped toward the break room. “Voj and Tiny, huh? That’s a power couple from hell, huh? Naw, nothing. Stairwell’s dark as shit, too. Only one light on in there. That’s how I hit my other shin.” He looked back over his shoulder at them as he crossed into the break room. “You guys get a signal?” He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped several keys quickly.
“We didn’t have time …”
“Yeah, I got something. Hold up.” He was in the techno-zone now, and Louis knew better than to try to break through to him. He waved off Antonio, and even in the dim light, he could tell that Antonio understood.
He watched as Cam squinted and tapped, moving the phone around in odd positions, and finally reaching up toward the skylight in the ceiling.
“Got something,” he said, and Louis watched over his shoulder as Cam dialed a number and put the phone on speaker.
“All circuits … busy now … back again.” The robotic female voice was crackly and insistent, and Cam tried calling three more times before flipping into text mode, tapping a quick message to a friend. The message loaded slowly, then beeped once, a small red exclamation point appearing next to the outbound message.
“Shit, man. I don’t know. The cell network’s wonky.” Cam said, punching the send button again for good measure.
Suddenly, Louis remembered something he had heard on the radio. Some guy had been trapped in his