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“There’s a bottle over there,” Claude said, zipping past him and nearly bumping into me instead of letting Tibby get it when he was standing right beside it.

“What did Pressley say about getting broken?” I reminded him. “Pretty sure that goes extra for the talent.”

“Sorry, Wolf,” Claude murmured, while Tibby picked up the bottle.

“Hey, there’s a compartment behind it,” Tibby said.

We crowded around as he opened it, revealing the three buttons hidden behind the door.

“Should I press them?” Tibby asked.

“Hang on,” Harley said. “Let’s back up so we can see what happens. Look for something to light up or move.”

We spread out and Tibby started pressing them, one causing a loud clack that came from the desk.

“Was that one of the drawers unlocking?” Claude asked.

This time, he stayed where he was and waited for Harley to check it out, since it was on his side.

“There’s a slip of paper in here,” Harley said before reading it. “Press the red button to unlock the door.”

“None of these are red,” Tibby announced.

“Alright guys, that means there has to be a red button around here somewhere,” I said.

Claude crawled under the desk. Tibby searched the rest of the cabinet the blue bottle had been in, but everything else was glued to the shelves.

“Tibby, push those other buttons,” Harley said.

Another click, another drawer. This one was empty.

“I’ve got a red button,” Harley announced after Tibby’s third button unlocked the last drawer. The button had been inside of it, which was why we hadn’t been able to find it.

“Nice job, guys,” I said as we went through the door and right into another space, this one set up like an elaborate maze.

“Now what?” Tibby asked, faced with two corridors.

The only light was the strip of blue running along the ground, illuminating the path but little else.

“Pick a direction,” Harley said.

“Left!” Claude blurted at the same time as Tibby said “Right,” and started heading that way.

“We can go right,” Claude yelped, squeezing past me and Harley.

If he wasn’t worried about someone sneaking up on us in the dark, I’d eat my bandana. I heard Harley chuckle behind me. We both knew. Depending on what we were walking into, being up front might not help him either.

“Hey! This way! There’s someone over here.”

That was Bowie’s voice.

“Over where!”

I couldn’t tell who the hell that was.

“Over here!” Bowie yelled back, which wasn’t helping because I doubted anyone, but Bowie, could see where the hell he was.

“What color is the floor?”