After making a roundabout exit from the alleys, Jaime led Jack to the subway. It was a quiet, uneventful ride (most all of them were lately), if not a little slow by the typical kinds of delays. They exited at a fairly uninteresting stop, heading not toward the surface but over toward one of the restroom halls. Jaime's finger darkened and molded to fit the lock of the janitor's closet just beyond, gesturing for Jack to slide in first.

With the door closed and locked behind them, Jaime moved over to the shelves of cleaners, giving it a bit of a pull to expose the metal paneling behind it. The sound of an unseen keyboard preceded the panel and shelf shifting aside and exposing a long, dark hall.

Jaime shot a look over his shoulder at Jack, gesturing to follow.

The hall filled with a dim track of lighting once the panel and shelf slid closed behind them, showing the trail to a series of metal stairs.

"Sorry," Jaime said as they started down. "The elevator's at the other entrance."

Six flights down and another key-coded hallway later, the place was well-lit, if not a little...sterile-looking. Stores of crates labelled this or that lining the walls, leading down to another series of doors. Their footsteps echoed loudly, and were suddenly accompanied by rustling off to a side. Jaime stopped, leaning his weight that way for a moment, making a soft sound before going to the crate in question.

He was met with a loud, hissing SHHH.

"Don't tell!"

"Right," Jaime murmured, shaking his head. "You didn't open any other ones, did you?"

"No."

"Good. Don't open any of them, okay?"

"Okay, but shh!"