Through The Ascension Room***Book One COMPLETE***

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR ~PART FOUR~

We make our way down the Cliff-side one by one. We are naturals at this point and if it wasn't for the clunky weapon swinging from side to side as I move down the wall, the descent would have been flawless.

We make it to the bottom and I place my feet down in the sand—hopefully for the last time.

A shudder runs up my body as the reality of what we are doing creeps into my thoughts. I feel the pain of uncertainty threaten to grip my body in paralysis. My knees involuntarily lock up. Stiffness runs up my spine and through my limbs. My hands begin to sweat profusely. For a split second I can't move. I am frozen with fright.

I fight it back and try my best to keep the feeling at bay. Motor function returns to me as fast as it left.

Ignoring my bodies attempt at changing my mind, we move across the sand, like shadows. Our steps are quiet and purposeful. The lack of motivation I once felt, melts away as I begin to feel . . .excited. The thrill and rush of the unknown begins to rip through my body. I grip the weapon in my hands tightly and crouch lower to the ground as we near the door in the sand. As out of place as this door should look out here on a secluded beach, it isn't in my mind. This place has grown on me and little by little the abnormal and strange have replaced my idea of normal.

We close in on the door and Tristis is the first to reach it. He turns his shoulder into the door as he looks back at me and Cynthia following closely behind.

"Let's do this thing as quickly as possible. Get in. Get out," Tristis whispers before he turns and concentrates on the door. It's locked, but that's not a problem Tristis can't solve. The soft clanking of metal sound on the other side of the door and we know that the door is now unlocked.

A Chill of fear shoots through me and I reach out to the metal chain through the door and still its movement with my focused energy. The clanking stops and my body falls back into a semi-eased state. A breath is released from my lungs that I didn't even realize I was holding.

Not wanting to take any chances I keep the chain in my minds grip until we all have moved around the door and inside of the building. We let the door close slowly, quietly behind us and I gently release the chain to dangle from the door.

The room we are in is a few shades darker than the outside was with the moon as an abundant source of light. A few beams make their way through the scattered windows throughout the room but it's only enough to make a few dimly lit spots. Luckily this place has and will most likely forever be burned into my mind. I could walk through this room with no visibility.

Tristis nods in my direction and then he nods down the hall signaling he would like me to lead us through the room and to the control room. I agree with a reciprocated nod and I take the lead. I raise my firearm in a readied position. Nestled firmly against my shoulder, gripped tightly in my hands. My finger does a nervous dance just above the trigger.

The building is eerily quiet and I begin to have a minor panic attack.

What if they have an ambush set up for us?

I immediately try to push the thought aside. As possible as an ambush is at this time, I can't afford to be worried about it, not even for a second.

Get in. Get out. Done.

We move through the rooms and down the hallways as quietly as we can. I hold my ability to cover us in camouflage at a readied stance just in case we run into an unexpected guest in one of these narrow halls. We don't however see any one. Not even one person as we near the control room. The feeling that something is not right hits me again and nearly takes my feet out from underneath me. I regain my demeanor and again shove the feeling as far back in my mind as I can, hoping it never comes back.