Dangerous Designs Page 31
Eric tried to remember the emergency instructions drilled into him during his early training. Like so much of early learning, his training had been mindless rote instructions, ignored the minute the tests were over. There'd never been a conflict or a war in their immediate history and no one had considered the possibility of another war in their future.
They'd been so wrong.
He had yet to see any Louers, and his images of war, gleaned from the archives, had all focused on screaming crowds and bloodshed everywhere with fighting and chaos erupting at every corner. This deathly silence didn't fit the image.
Making it to the ground floor, he wasted more precious minutes looking for the entrance to the basement. The steel door stood implacable in front of him. It wouldn't be automatically keyed for him and he couldn't remember the codes to get in. Damn it.
Shocked, he stepped back. Storey's bad habit was rubbing off on him. Not good.
He massaged his temples and tried several combinations in his head. As soon as the right one showed up the door should click open. Numbers flitted in and out in a steady stream as he reviewed the various codes he'd been forced to memorize throughout his life.
The massive door made a series of clicking noises and unlocked itself. Relief washed over him. He pulled the door open. With a final glance around at the deserted hallway, he entered the darkness.