Neither Napoleon nor Illya made the first move to get out of the car as they both looked over the dark structure before them.
"A creepy, derelict, supernatural-themed wax museum. On Halloween, nonetheless. Our contact could only have made this creepier if she'd scheduled it on Friday the thirteenth as well."
Frowning, Illya glanced over at his partner.
"It is impossible for Halloween and Friday the thirteenth to coincide, Napoleon."
Napoleon rolled his eyes.
"You are too literal for your own good, chum. Come on. The looks of this place aren't going to improve in the near future."
Glancing upward, Illya agreed.
"As it looks as if a thunderstorm is brewing, I would guess it will be even less inviting soon."
Both men exited the car, automatically checking for their weapons. Napoleon led the way, but Illya was only a few steps behind.
As their contact's note had promised, a side door was unlocked. The creaking of the hinges grated on their ears and spoke of long neglect. Napoleon sighed.
"Well, unless she's hard of hearing, she knows we're here."
Illya felt uneasy and drew his gun, noting that Napoleon was doing the same. Silently, they made their way deeper into the building, only to nearly jump out of their skins when lights suddenly flared to reveal four women seated nearby. Napoleon's heart was still beating too quickly as he moved slightly closer.
"Wax. I'm surprised neither of us shot them. What turned on the lights?"
Illya was kneeling where Napoleon had been moments before.
"You did, my friend. There is a pressure plate here in the floor that you must have stepped on. However, I have a better question."
"What's that?"
"Why is there still power in an abandoned building?"