The Well at Aster Park

The corridor was packed with pipes and steel conduit. He barely needed eyes at all. Sound told him where to brace, where to push, where to strike. He grabbed a valve on the wall and cranked it hard. High-pressure coolant burst through the corridor, turning everything white. The guards lost their line of sight and immediately lost their footing. Ethan tore the gun away, spun, and slammed the butt into one guard's knee. When he pulled the worker out of the sack, the man could barely stand. "Can you walk?" Ethan asked. The worker looked up. He was a middle-aged subcontracted technician, his face swollen from a beating. "Don't worry about me. There's more people below." "How many?" "I don't know. A dozen? Twenty? They're pulling samples."