POV (ALEC)
We moved around the room quietly, inspecting every nook and cranny as we tried to hide the nervous tension that had steadily been building around us. We needed to leave, but we were not going to go empty handed. After the first thirty minutes of trying to hastily break open the cabinets it was clear only a very small key would allow us entry, which had sent each one of us scurrying around on a mission to find it.
"Damn it, where is it?" Yuri snarled, breaking the deafening silence in the room, as he kicked at one of the dark grey metal filing cabinets in frustration. I watched as Anya went to the desk, with the coffee cups, and began to run her hands under the wooden table.
"Usually, there would be a trap door or a hollowed out bottom. Why is there nothing here?" She whisp
