Going deeper

Ava had spent hours memorising the maps of this facility, and quickly made her way along identical corridors, filled with dead ends and unexpected turns designed to slow down anyone who was not supposed to be in there. After a few minutes she stopped, in a section of blank metal corridor that looked exactly like any other. She tapped her earpiece.

"I'm over the vault." she said quietly.

"Copy. We'll probably lose signal once you're inside."

"See you in a bit, then."

Turning intangible, Ava allowed herself to slip downwards through the floor. Her feet slid through, her body, head, upstretched arms...

Ava suddenly stopped, hanging in mid-air. Her containment suit had glitched again, her hands had not passed through! Hanging ten feet above the ground, Ava wriggled in place, but her arms were pinned above her head as her hands were held by the concrete the rest of her had slipped through.

She thought for a moment. Then, instead of trying to pass through the concrete, she decided to go for something easier. She passed through the material of her gloves. Now she was able to drop to the ground, her hands bare, a pair of white gloves left attached to the floor above.

The room she found herself in was large and full of crates. Each one contained powerful weaponry, but it was not what she had been sent here to retrieve. She had to go deeper.

Recalling her map of the facility, Ava turned to her right and made her way to the wall. If she went out the door her journey would take much longer, but by walking through the wall she would get where she was going quickly and easily.

Ava stepped through the solid wall, but was again jerked to a halt.

"Stupid suit!" she hissed, looking back at her left foot, which had not followed the rest of her. This time she did not hesitate, pulling her bare foot through the wall and leaving her boot to land with a thump on the floor in the previous room.

Limping slightly, Ava hurried on.