Feng, fighting his uneasiness, stepped inside and turned to face Pete just as the man slid the grid door shut. His pale eyes peeked through the slits.
"Best stay on your toes," Pete said.
"What do you mean?" Feng replied.
Pete reached through a large space in the door—mangled and jagged like it had been ripped out with teeth—and slammed a lever inside the lift toward the floor. The elevator lurched and slowly started going down, the squeaks and squeals of chains and pulleys filling the air.
"Didn't you know?" As Pete's body seemed to move upward, he called down to Feng just before he was out of sight. "Ent no one locked up 'round here!"
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