"Alright, everyone finish up the clean up, we're moving out!"
"Copy that..." Wolf replied, as he heard Ilya voice. "We've been called back. Looks like everything is under control." He walked over to the elevator and pressed the button.
But nothing happened. He pressed it again. There were no lights flickering. No humming sounds. "Illya... we may have a problem" he communicated.
"The elevator is broken..." Wolf sighed. "We'll have to follow the corridor till we find some other elevators."
There was a screech up ahead, echoing down the corridor. The sound was distrubing to the human ear. "Looks like that grenade of yours disturbed something..." he said, staring at Hank."