Between the epidemic of whatever cold was currently running rampant through the compound and the fact that they had some kind of outside taunter, trying to spook them or whatever this group was doing, Evan wanted some way to even the ground out. The cameras, obviously, weren't doing the trick, considering people had learned to dress up in all black and get around them.
He didn't really fault security, either, because they did whatever they could. Until recently, Evan himself had been part of security, and admittedly, one of his reasons was to keep himself abreast of what was going on. Of course, everyone thought he was biting off more than he could chew, so that job had been tossed out the window. So now, he was left with one last option.
It had been a long time since Evan had been down to the lab. Since back when Elliot died, actually. And with Marigold safe in Lilah's care for an hour or so, Evan decided that, maybe, it was time for him to head down and see what was left down there. It had been boarded up, but he didn't doubt that it had been picked over; there were people here who would use the things they had down there for all the wrong reasons, after all. But Evan wanted to look around.
Walking down the stairs brought back its own uncomfortable slew of memories, though. He'd come down here to help with clean up after Elliot had died, and the walk down the stairs brought him back to that time.
And for some reason, just as he'd expected, the door was pried open. Why was the door open?
“Hello?” Evan called out on his way down the stairs, his French accent echoing in the dead air. “Is someone there?”