Phoebe Billy guided me deeper into the facility. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead, with blood trails marking Phoebe Billy' path across the floor from his wounded legs.
Before long, we reached an enormous door. The entrance appeared to need some kind of special method to unlock, and Phoebe Billy, being the Vice President, clearly possessed the necessary access.
He positioned himself before the door, raised his palm, and gently pressed it against the surface. Light emanated from his hand, and moments later, the door smoothly opened.
I seized Phoebe Billy' hand, my tone icy. "How did you unlock this door? Explain."
Phoebe Billy replied coldly, "Mason Raymond, don't even think about trying anything with this door."
"Taking my hand would be pointless. The moment I die, the technique in my hand disappears."
My brow creased slightly. This bastard Phoebe Billy had seen right through my plan.
