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Truth be told, Mycroft had considered setting the scanner to only pick up on his fingerprint. However, the thought of any of his employees needing a quick escape and unable to come by it because he was otherwise dispose had made him decide otherwise. The next time, however - and he was determined there would, in fact, be a next time indeed - he had every intention of creating an escape route that was solely accessible by his own fingerprint. And, should a threat as serious as the one they were facing once again arrive, he would therefore be better prepared.

Of course, what he planned on doing later had little to no impact on what had happened now. No, now they were currently dealing with a veritable infestation of reanimated corpses who had managed to find their way inside the tunnels. Had they been a bit further up the path, in the area where twists and turns ensured only the most knowledgeable stood any chance of finding their way out in one piece, they might have been better off. But as it was, they were still only a short distance into the winding tunnels and therefore ran a very real risk of being attacked long before the built-in programming could come to their aid.

Fortunately, Pepper was quite a good shot with a handgun and Mycroft was certainly no slouch with a blade. Years of fencing, taught by the best instructors money could buy in the hopes of helping him shed a few pounds during physical exercise that relied on the mind as much as the body, ensured that he could hold his own with a sword and could easily deal with the handful of zombies who drew a bit too close for comfort. There weren't many who wandered that near, of course. After all, as mention, Pepper was a virtual natural when it came to shooting and she managed to catch most of them before they got near enough to pose a real threat. But there were a few, here and there, who stumbled near enough to both of them. And, in those moments, Mycroft made quick work of them and then continued on to lead both himself and his assistant further through the tunnels.

It wasn't until they had reached a divide that he finally spoke. His tone was low and casual, almost as though he was discussing the weather rather than how they might hope to escape with their lives from the situation they'd found themselves facing. "Although the path to the right is the most direct course, I suggest we make our way to the left, my dear. It will be a bit difficult for them to follow us in that direction." He thrust his blade forward as he spoke as well, lip curling a bit in distaste at the suctioning sound that was made as he drew his blade from a too-close zombie's forehead.

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