“Come back, young man, come back!” Kamala calls after you but you are running, feet slapping on the carpet.
“Guards! Seize him!” she yells as you make it to the elevators. You push the down button frantically.
“Guards?” she calls. “Where are my goddamn guards?!?”
You hit the “L” button for Lobby and hold down the close door button until the doors slide shut.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. You’ll not soon forget the deranged gleam in her eyes.
The elevator doesn’t stop at the lobby and it slides past the exit into the underground parking garage. The lit-up button you had pushed didn’t say Lobby you now realize. It says Lower.
The elevator doors open to the Lower level of the DNC building and an alarm begins to blare and the elevator car begins to shake violently.
You jump out it, visions of it plunging to the bottom of the shaft.
The doors close behind as you realize you have stepped out into Hell.
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