The Infiltrators
Despite our efforts to stay in stealth, the sound of our footsteps racing across the flagstones resounded and echoed around us.
We were even deeper underground now, in the catacombs beneath the Undercroft, running through narrow passageways which were a series of interconnected tunnels that was like one giant maze underneath the city.
Lucky for us that Qwipps and Pike found the map that helped to navigate it fairly easily.
It had been thirty minutes since we'd separated from Thom and his second group of infiltrators. They'd taken a different route than the one we were speeding across.
"You don't think there are alligators down here do you?" Luca asked as he ran beside me.
"This isn't Mudgard, Luca…" I reminded him.
"Still feels like I'm jogging through sewage," he countered. Then he sniffed. "Smells like it too."