Going down.

You decide to head down to the basement. Any secure holding facility is most likely to be below ground where escape through windows or even walls is all but impossible. You press the button for the basement and the journey being only down a floor is brief. Your **** rifle is at the ready when the elevator doors slide open with a soft hiss.

Ahead of you stretches a corridor with several doors on each side. The doors each have a glass panel in them and the only one showing light is at the end of the corridor on the right. You move cautiously forward, pausing to listen at each door. With your augmented hearing you are fairly confident that these rooms are not occupied. Just before reaching the end door you pause again to listen.

The room showing light through the panel definately has occupants, you can hear heavy breathing and the sounds of movement inside. Holding your rifle ready in case you're spotted you risk a quick glance through the glass panel to see what is waiting for you inside.

The room appears to be a laboratory. As well as this entrance there is a set of double doors on the far side. Two occupants are in the room, seated in front of a desk loaded with computer screens and electronic equipment, neither noticed you as you looked through the door's glass panel though. In fact both the men inside seemed to be so intent on watching something on a monitor that you could probably have walked through the door and had a look around without them noticing.

You holster the rifle and pull out your knife. It's just a few feet to your targets and you reckon you can take the pair of them out before than can reach the weapons that were carelessly left on the desk in front of them.

Pushing the door open you move quickly inside and cross the short distance to the two seated men. You grab the nearest by the hair and pull his head back and cleanly cut his throat. The second turns his head and his eyes bug wide as he takes in both you and his companion with his throat a bloody red mess. His hand begins to reach for the gun lying on the worktop, you spin the knife in your hand and thrust upwards. The point hits beneath the man's jaw and the **** is enough to drive the blade clean through his head until the knife tip is sticking an inch or two out of the top.

You lower the body back onto the chair. Curiously both men had their dicks out, the first guy you killed still has his fingers wrapped around his deflating cock.

"That was easy." You think to yourself. "Let's see what was so interesting then."

The monitor shows another laboratory room or maybe an operating theatre. In the centre of the room is a big chair, sort of like the kind you'd get in a gynocologist's, except this one is fitted with all kinds of restraints and has numerous electronic devices attached to it. Strapped in the chair so that she can barely move a muscle is a female dark elf.

"The Fox." You mutter quietly under you breath.