"Peter, what's going on?" Clair asked as he pushed her down the hall.
"There's no time to explain, Clair, we've got to get out of the way…" he said, looking around at the other doors. "This'll do, come on." He moved his hand over the lock, and Clair heard a click. The door opened, and they stepped inside, Peter slamming the door as soon as they were through. He turned the lock again, and pulled Clair to the farthest corner of the room.
"What's-" Clair started, but Peter put his hand over her mouth.
"Shhh…" As they stood there, the woman who had been the Haitian walked in, with two large men in suits in tow, all three holding guns.
"Sweep the room, then move to the next. I want them both alive!" she yelled. The men walked around the room, turning over furniture. They passed right by where Peter and Clair were standing, taking no notice. After a few minutes, they left, moving on to the next room. They waited for five minutes after that to talk again.
"Peter, what's going on, why couldn't they see us?" Clair asked, on the verge of panic.
"We were invisible, Clair, but we need to get out of here, or they might find us. Now come with me." He walked over to the window, and opened it.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, holding out his hand.
"I- yah, why?" She asked, taking his hand.
But without an answer, Peter picked her up and jumped out the window. Clair screamed for only half a moment, but stopped when she realized they weren't falling, but flying.
"Peter, I- You can- You?" Clair struggled to find the right words.
"Well, let's get to Denver first, we need to get out of this place."
"Why Denver?" Clair asked.
"I'll explain everything when we get there, ok?"
"Fine, but I want answers, I'm tired of living like this…"
They flew for an hour before finally landing. They were in a very run-down part of the city, broken down cars laying everywhere, and the buildings looked like they were all about to collapse.
"What are we doing here?" Clair asked, looking around at the chunks of metal lying on the ground near where they stood.
"This is the entrance to a hideout that we'll be staying at. Follow me." Peter walked over to the wall of the nearest building, and tapped out a pattern on it. He waited a few seconds, then tapped it again, n the same pattern. Suddenly, a door slid open out of the wall. They walked into it, and the door slid closed behind them, leaving them in total darkness. A voice came from the darkness.
"State your name, and code," said the electronic voice.
"Peter, Sponge-man, and Guest, Clair." Peter said slowly.
"Sponge-man?" Clair laughed.
"It's just a code name, shh," he said, as the voice came again.
"Hand and retinal scan." Said the voice, and a glowing green pad appeared out of nowhere, as did a small green circle a bit higher up. Peter stepped forward, placed his hand on the pad, and put his eye to the circle. Both scanned him at the same time, and Peter Motioned in the green glow for Clair to do the same. After they both had been scanned, the voice came on one last time.
"Welcome to The Underworld, Peter, Clair."