Well, Well, Well

Okay, so maybe it was a Catch-22 when it came to picking to start on the top floor and work our way down.

While I thought it was a good decision to save time and energy, I still hated to go up all those fucking stairs.

Rip chuckled from where he walked behind me as if he could read my mind. At this point in time, though, I was sure that he did know me better than I knew myself.

"I remember bitching when the escalators broke down before the world went to shit," grumbled Si Dong from wherever he was behind me. "And we had to walk up all the steps. That still feels like more of a slap in the face than this."

I scrunched my brows in confusion as we made it to the top of the third floor. Only one more left to go.