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After a dose of the Channel 2 static and the sense of security his boxers gave him, he was feeling more in control of his situation for the first time since he awoke. He quietly went out into the tunnel and followed it off to the right. He wished he had his shoes. The occasional pebble stabbed at his bare feet. Years of working in that cubicle had made him soft. Not like before.
The tunnel came to a set of rough steps and at the top of the steps he could see a rectangular outline of light around a door. It was bright on the other side of that door. He quietly climbed the steps and placed his ear against the door. Nothing. He waited a few minutes. Still nothing.
He pushed against the door, and it easily swung outward. The blinding light was overwhelming, but still he heard nothing and sensed no movement. He stepped forward, and into a bar. It was deserted, and the lights were off, but the sun was shining just above the horizon through the large front windows. A thunk behind him jerked his head around. He was standing in front of a wine rack which concealed the door to the tunnel. It had just closed behind him.
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