I'm back!
A blast of dry, dusty air hit me in the face.
There didn't appear to be anyway down, there wasn't even a ladder.
I considered jumping until I had a better idea.
"Anyone got a rope?" I called.
"I do." A quiet voice answered.
It was Fynn, a small boy of 13. The only reason he was here is a master with explosives.
He passed the rope to me. I was made of wire with metal footholds sticking out every meter.
"This is perfect thank you!" I exclaimed.
He blushed heavily.
I tied the End of the rope to a tree and secured it.
Then I lowered the end down the hole and tested my weight on the rope.
It held strong, so I climbed down the hole, James followed me, then the rest.
The rope didn't reach all the way down to the floor but luckily it wasn't a long jump and we could easily get back up.
When we were all down, with the exception of the pilot who agreed to watch the rope, we started to walk down the long metal hallway, filled with cobwebs and dust.