The rat accepts your help and finally comes out into full view. Still, he takes his time to size you up before he moves too far from the cover of the desks that he could leap behind if necessary. He's wearing little more than a pair of pants and an empty pistol holster on one hip. He stares at each of you intently, one at a time. Finally satisfied that he isn't in any immediate danger, he says, "Yes! Come. Follow me to the hole."
The rat leads you to a closed doorway in the very hallway you scrambled down in order to avoid his fiery attack. The scorched mark on the floor is still there, and you can't help but think about the near miss when you pass it.
The rat crouches as he pushes the door open, as if trying to be as stealthy as possible. He points across the room at a trap door leading down. The trap door is on the ground off to the side, and a narrow staircase leads down into darkness. "Over there," he whispers. "Door with lock is down there, down long hallway. They lock door and won't let me in!"
"Well, guys," Myra says. "Looks like this is it." She glances down at her pistol to make sure that the safety is off, and then she takes a deep breath. "We ready?"
