Encrypted files? Indy wasn't sure who these guys were, but writing patient files in code seemed a little overkill, even for them. "Yeah, I'd be willing to bet the breaking in'll be the problem," he said. "I don't know what kind of security this place has, but with technology like this, any guards they've got running around might be the least of our worries."

That last part was interesting, although it wouldn't have been much of a stretch to peg Pierson as a researcher of some kind. "Are you connected with a college?" he asked with professional interest, but before he got an answer came the two intercom announcements, and then something that interested Indy even more--a click from the door as though it had unlocked. He went over and jiggled the handle--sure enough. Whoever this Landel was, he wanted them out there. And Indy wasn't the type to turn down an invitation like that.

He moved out of his roommate's line of vision and changed quickly--no point in hanging around here. No weapons but his fists, but at least he could add the map and a flashlight to his pockets. The message board note had said to take the tiny radio, too, which he could manage with his free hand.

That left only deciding what to do about Pierson. Indy still hadn't seen any evidence that the guy could fight, but an extra pair of capable hands to help him search through files wouldn't hurt. Maybe he could even create a distraction while Indy did some sucker-punching.

Well, he wasn't the guy's mother; let him decide. Indy headed for the door. "Coming?" he asked.