"We'll explain later, Car," Nix cuts in hastily. She slides an impish look at Reid. "Maybe over a drink, if we get chance."
Jack's own method of getting down to the tunnel is a little less orthodox: she picks up the hatch cover by the handles on its underside and simply jumps. The cover locks neatly into place, leaving her hanging for a moment before she lets go and drops the remaining foot or so to the floor.
"All present and correct?" she asks. "Good. Ariel, gimme a hand with this."
Turning a massive, heavy handle covers the entrance with another thick layer of metal, but it takes both of them to do it. Nix hits a tiny red button in the wall, and it electrifies with a sizzle.
"That'll fry anyone who tries to follow us without callin' Communications first," she explains to Reid. "Come on, you lot, our chariot awaits."
"A chariot would be nice," Threnody says, sighing, but she smiles at Reid. "C'mon, we'll show you the other reason we're the London Underground."
"Jack, Carmody, take the dogs on ahead?" Nix asks as she takes his hand again. "I don't think they're too happy."
The two obey, taking Ariel with them to leave just the four of them to navigate the tunnels. It's cold down here, colder even than outside, so no-one hangs around as they head down a disused escalator (the old posters are still on the walls, grimy and torn; the electric screens flicker periodically with nonsense), along another passageway (Northern Line heading South) and down another motionless escalator.
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Carmody blinks. "Did you say when?"
"We'll explain later, Car," Nix cuts in hastily. She slides an impish look at Reid. "Maybe over a drink, if we get chance."
Jack's own method of getting down to the tunnel is a little less orthodox: she picks up the hatch cover by the handles on its underside and simply jumps. The cover locks neatly into place, leaving her hanging for a moment before she lets go and drops the remaining foot or so to the floor.
"All present and correct?" she asks. "Good. Ariel, gimme a hand with this."
Turning a massive, heavy handle covers the entrance with another thick layer of metal, but it takes both of them to do it. Nix hits a tiny red button in the wall, and it electrifies with a sizzle.
"That'll fry anyone who tries to follow us without callin' Communications first," she explains to Reid. "Come on, you lot, our chariot awaits."
"A chariot would be nice," Threnody says, sighing, but she smiles at Reid. "C'mon, we'll show you the other reason we're the London Underground."
"Jack, Carmody, take the dogs on ahead?" Nix asks as she takes his hand again. "I don't think they're too happy."
The two obey, taking Ariel with them to leave just the four of them to navigate the tunnels. It's cold down here, colder even than outside, so no-one hangs around as they head down a disused escalator (the old posters are still on the walls, grimy and torn; the electric screens flicker periodically with nonsense), along another passageway (Northern Line heading South) and down another motionless escalator.