“Are you sure it’s down here?”
“Yes damn it, now be quiet.”
He walked silently behind them through the cold murk, as they argued in whispers. Walking in circles for hours. Blinding each other with flashlights. Pointing guns at the shadows as they rounded corners. Following every odd noise, spray of blood’ or smear of slime glistening along the wall. Given their haphazard, second-hand knowledge of these forgotten tunnels, they should feel lucky they made it this far. You had to admire professionals.
“You”re sure it’s down here?”
Yes, he thought as he unfurled his claws. Yes, I am here.