Gregory led us out of what I thought of as the cell room, and through some sliding doors off to the side. Again, the doors were so well blended into the wall that I didn’t see them until Gregory opened a small hidden panel and punched some numbers in to open them. The doors slid open and we stepped out into a hallway. There were two rooms across the hall from where we were, which had regular doors instead of the sliding doors. Further on down the hallway, I saw the red headed guard, who’d apparently exited the cell room through another door, opening a hidden panel, then stepping into what appeared to be a tunnel. ‘Is that a tunnel?’ I asked Gregory.
‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘There’s underground tunnels going between the buildings. It’s how they keep most of the folks here una
