Given the name of the club, Amaya shouldn't have been surprised to find herself navigating a veritable maze hidden behind the walls at The Labyrinth. The quiet hum of the massive servers sang as Amaya crawled between them, around them, under them, and she found herself singing along, the mishmash of words finding a rhythm that somehow sounded like something other than the nonsense it was. Hours seemed to evaporate as she lost herself in her task, and it was only when she crimped one set of cords and reached for the next to find the bin empty that she realized Stage One had been completed.
The thrill of having been dispatched to Las Vegas to oversee the security overhaul at The Labyrinth hadn't faded one jot, no matter how many hours she'd spent wandering through miles of hidden corridors behind the false paneling in the office suites. The system designed by Mr. Smith was a work of art, and that her input had been solicited had set her dancing around her apartment like a dervish. Pulling out an antiquated watch, lips curved to find she'd beaten her own estimate and Amaya decided a reward was in order. One hot bath, and another glass of that amazing wine that had been waiting for her when she'd arrived.
Dusty hands brushed clean, the latch for the hidden door was found after a quick search and Amaya smiled in triumph, a smile that faded slightly when the door wouldn't budge. Fighting the panic that crept up the back of her neck, Amaya took a few steps back to get a running start, and with a loud crack, the panel popped free and she found herself sprawled on the carpet.
Sprawled on the carpet and up close and person with a pair of shoes. Large shoes. The soles of a pair of very large shoes, to be specific, and those shoes were probably attached to the very large... bloody... angry...
"Oh, Oh! That's." That was a lot of blood. "The door, it was... I didn't mean..." Eyes narrowing as she took in the variety of wounds that decorated the man's face, and the stains on his tattered clothing, Amaya caught the whiff of tequila and sighed, twisting to right herself enough to dig around for a tissue as she caught huge, bloody drunk guy by the chin. Trust her to batter an already battered soul.