Next stop was the guard�s barrack house. It didn�t take long to get there, but I spent some time hiding nearby to make sure it was empty. By the time fifteen or so minutes had passed, I was sure there was no one inside.� What I knew about the defences on the wall amounted to little more than rumours.� However, I was determined to give myself the very best chance of completing my climb as possible and so I found myself picking the lock on the front door of the guard�s headquarters.� It wasn�t the best security.� The guards obviously relied on nobody being crazy or desperate enough to break into the central hub of all things law and order in DownTown.� Additionally, there was probably not much of any value inside.� That wasn�t a worry for me.� I was here for a very specific reason.
It took me longer than I was happy with to open the lock, but I was stuck using a looted knife instead of a proper tool. Finally, the door popped open and I took a quick look up and down the street to make sure that no one was about.� The street was empty and the dark doorway beckoned.� Quickly, before anyone could wander past by chance, I stepped into the dark corridor and let the door swing closed behind me.
As soon as I�d taken my first step, I knew I�d made a mistake.