Psychotic lover

Chapter 20

"What's with this ruckus?" Max muttered bitterly as he turned to face the door which led to the bustling hallway.

Stampedes of footsteps were echoing through the maze of turns, which would be of the norm on any given day, had it not been for the fact that there's been constant yelling. Something Max thought he had very sternly gone through, where he instructed the agents to avoid making.

He approached the door cautiously before twisting the knob open. Sticking a head out, he glanced around the seemingly vacant hallway, eyebrows furrowed as to the perplexing contrast.

He stepped out of the room, still twisting to check for any presence of life, before he chanced upon what he was searching for.

"You there!" He watched the man holding a rifle sudden snap towards him, gun ready to shoot before he noticed exactly who had called for him, and relaxed his posture, gun lowering.

"Ah, sir!" He hastily greeted whilst running towards max, giving him a clear view of his drained condition.

Slouching posture and drenched figure was enough to tell him he had been running a fair bit.

"Adam, my boy, what on earth is happening?" Max chided, "I'm trying to get in contact with Sebastian with the best of my abilities, but I can't focus with you lads running around like a hoard of elephants stampeding around a circus," he sighed, arms crossed similarly to how a mother would to a child as he stared down at the man in disapproval.

"I'm, I'm sorry sir, my apologies but I'm afraid, we have an intruder," Adam panted, wiping the trickle of sweat that threatened to seep into his eyes.

The word 'intruder' was enough to have Max at full alert. "Intruder, you say?" He pursed his lips, mild distraught marring his face. Never in his life, has there ever been a break in, considering the extent one has to go in order to attain any information regarding their location. He certainly had to give credit to this intruder, but once Sebastian hears of this disaster, he's sure he would reign hell upon the unfortunate soul that dared cross him.

"Yes sir," the lethargic male turned around, glancing for any other agents passing by, but as he had anticipated, none were found.

"I see," Max hummed, deep in thought as his eyebrows furrowed. "Well, do continue on your endeavours, don't lose hope," he gave Adam a comforting pat on the back before retreating back to the room as of which he had came from.

"And by god, I pray you succeed."

Gracie, meanwhile, remained unfound under the protection of the vents as she roamed the many routes, using her nails to make a faint marking as she crawled from one pathway to another.

She was trying to pinpoint the vent that was either safest to exit, or would lead her closest to what she presumes to be the exit to this hellhole.

She had yet again found another grail, however, this one appeared to lead to a bedroom interior.

The tile floor was coloured a royal, rich shade of blue with intricate gold patterns decorating it. There seemed to have been a large king size bed in the middle, frame against the wall and a desk piled with stacks of loose paper.

A spare bedroom, she supposed judging by the pristine and almost unused condition of the bed, and the fact that there was a man dressed in a butler outfit peering at a small device in his hand, the screen shielded by the beholder.