Olivia & Tommy - kitchen & beyond
The light was dim, but obviously there was power coming from somewhere. The stacks and stacks of bottles confirmed that yes, it was a wine cellar and a very well stocked one at that. Which meant there should be an alternative exit or entrance.
"I'm a federal agent," close to a detective, especially with what she did now, "I cannot shoot anything from my ass, but I can shoot. Just a regular gun sadly, no fire." Seriously, where were the ideas coming from these days?
Feeling around the wall panels, looking for any kind of air flow that might feel different, Olivia pushed her hair back over her shoulders, "Although you do move impressively fast, I take it that's not just hours of on the field training?" It didn't seem natural, possibly a supernatural of sub-science effect of something, but Olivia did want to assume.
By the floor, near a small tin box, she felt the air flow change, a slight breeze coming through the crack in the floor, "There's a passage here, gimme a hand figuring out how it opens."