Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Twelve: Restricted Access

"I'm telling you, I feel fine, I just think that milk I had this morning went bad or something... I swear." Scott tried to explain to the doctor giving him attention in the infirmary, as he waited for any word from Stiles, knowing that it would take more than a few minutes for either Stiles to accomplish his goal, or more likely to get caught and brought back, and by god Scott wasn't looking forward to the latter.

"Well, we still need to make sure you're cleared to go through the lab, you might be a threat to the well being of employees here."

"Hey, if a glass of milk brings down this lab, then I am really sorry..." Scott muttered lightly, as the doctor laughed.

"You know, anything is possible kid. If we can have people with superhuman abilities running around, then who knows what a glass of milk might be able to do."

"I've seen the Butterfly Effect, I know how this could go." Scott shuddered as he heard the clanking of metal above him, and while the doctor didn't notice it, Scott just smiled lightly as he saw through a crack in a vent a light from a phone...

Now, he had expected the ventilation shaft to be dark, but it was far darker than what Stiles had taken into consideration, as even with the flashlight on his phone, seeing was just a pain. He couldn't even see where he was going, and what really made him upset about this was that he had no idea where he was even going per say; all he knew was that he was going in the general direction of the labs.

I could have planned this a little differently, but then again... I didn't think I'd get this far. I might as well do what I always do, improvise.

Stiles continued onward through the cramped ventilation shaft, rather pleased with himself that he had not developed claustrophobia during his life, as right about now he would have had a panic attack. Luckily the vents were well filtered and Stiles knew that he wouldn't be breathing in anything harmful other than a large amount of dust build up on the inner walls of the vent.

"Real smart, Stiles... you make a plan to sneak into Oscorp and you don't even make a freaking plan to find the lab through a vent? I mean, seriously? I should have figured out a way to get blueprints or something! That way I could have laid my path out beforehand, instead of winging it." he cursed himself for his lack of planning, but he didn't take into consideration the fact he had only been planning this since Friday and couldn't have gotten the blueprints easily, but this was a young man stuck in a vent, and he wasn't exactly thinking straight.

After crawling for what felt like an eternity he came upon an opening where he saw light from a snowy white hallway, so bright that Stiles didn't feel like it was real. He slowly pried the vent open trying to get a better view of where he was, and saw that the Restricted Access lab was down the hall, about twenty feet away.

"Bingo, this has to be where Mom's research is. They wouldn't let their assets just be out in the open, they'd keep it away from sight." He poked his head out, scanning the hallway to see if anyone was there, before dropping down, landing on the ground with a heavy thud, and Stiles felt his back pop in multiple spots. "Oh I'm going to feel that."

Stumbling to his feet, Stiles started down the hallway, all the way to the Restricted Access door right smack dab at the end, like a beacon. He could feel himself being drawn to it, and as he grew closer, he could feel the air thicken and he soon could see his breath. It might have been his imagination, but Stiles couldn't lie, it felt like it was twenty degrees in here.

As he reached that door, he noticed a key card scanner, and he cursed under his breath. What was he going to do now? He was about to turn around when he heard a beep, and the door slide open. Stiles looked forward as the door opened, and in the darkness, he saw someone standing there with icy blue eyes that stared into his very soul.