Hughes made his preparations - tucking his remaining knives into their hiding spots and sliding the gun into his pants - and headed into the hallway.

Despite the crazy sounding announcements over the intercom, he was feeling good. And unless Roy suddenly decided to go chasing after whatever was promised by that jumbled broadcast - if anything - then they were going to make good progress on the basement.

He closed his door behind him and trained his flashlight down the hall. And there was Roy, right on time.

"Evening," he called, waving to the other man.