They reach the bottom of the stairwell and enter a massive room with the fan whirring up the top. Bentley tests the suction capacity by releasing one of the smoke canisters and watches the smoke rise up quickly into the roof. An impressive system to keep the banks of all of Interpol's supercomputers cool. Bentley is intrigued by this but not while Sly is out of his sight. Bentley now sees him in the evidence locker, cracking various safes open while Penelope watches from behind. He thinks that Sly is still under whatever spell that Penelope has done over him, controlling him to do her bidding. But he relates his schematics that tell him the correct path they must take. Carmelita looks at this room that she has never been in, despite working for years for Interpol. She was never good with analysis and writing reports. They see the apparent lack of any sort of activity down here. Shouldn't there be people manning these desks and keyboards being typed on? Not here but they see no evidence of foul play although Bentley does have a hunch that Penelope may have had something to do with it. Sly isn't that senselessly violent he thinks to himself.

Joey meanwhile has been waiting for Bentley to report back in, he can hear the crackling of the reception but nothing else. He is trapped in a cupboard inside the Directors office. All that sneaking past the various advisors was a tricky job but he made it past and into this safe hiding place. To his right is the director's desk with the director and various advisors crowded around the computer screen in an attempt to find Bentley and the gang, proceeding lower and lower into the bowels of the building. Joey's hands feel for the edges and for anything of value or use to him. He feels a hook on the side of the draw but feels it is not firmly connected to the side like it should be. He yanks it down and the back of the wardrobe slides out of place. Joey all most falls over but a perfectly executed backflip solves that problem. The room this has lead to is dark and unseen. To him, it another world that he has stepped inside of. Surely he doesn't have some magic portal to another time or dimension in his office.

"Light switch." Joey mutters to get his focus back. He walks slowly to feel that the wardrobe is still there, to his relief it still is. It has now gone from the fantasy to the reality, a secret room hidden in a wardrobe. His gloved hands feel for any part that juts out from the wall, indicating a light switch. His progress is impeded by a table of some description that bumps against his waist. He stops and feels around that, a smooth wooden bench top with rounded edges and metal legs with nothing on top. He walks along this table to feel for anything but the table is clean as if it was made yesterday. He strafes along the table until he hits the wall only a couple of metres away. He finds what he is looking for, a switch. He flicks it and no lights come on, only a computerised voice.

"Password" A woman's computerised voice asks indifferently.

"Password?" Joey replies back, slightly caught off guard by this security measure.

"Access granted." She replies back, the lights turn on and several things come out from the table tops, plans and different types of objects, ranging form the crudely made to the exquisitely machined. The white light illuminates this small room to reveal it's true contents. The most dominant feature is a giant corkboard at the opposite side of the room; it has handwritten post-it notes with tacks inserted into them with string connecting each one. There are lots of pieces of interconnecting string criss crossing across the board but they all lead to a blue calling card in the centre. Joey goes up further to examine these findings, he can't make out all of these notes that have been scrawled onto pieces of paper so he decides to take picture on his phone. He takes pictures of each part so that Bentley can read it when he stitches the photos together. It takes 16 photos to completely cover the board in sufficient detail. He quickly takes photos of every other aspect of the room, he needs to get out of there before he get's spotted or he is sitting duck trapped in the corner like this. The only other options are a vent at the top that leads directly to the roof or this tile that he moves to reveal a ladder made from steel bars set into the concrete shaft, It goes a long way down but chooses to go down as that's where he can meet with them down below. Joey slides the tile open and places his legs against the steel bars.

"Light's off." He says, hoping that this voice activation works as well at it did before. It doesn't turn them off.

"Piece of crap." He says exasperatingly but quietly. The lights turn off. Funny how things work out sometimes. He replaces the tile and works his way downwards.

Down below, the gang tries to find their way along the corridors. Bentley uses his computer to guide them through the mass of tunnels that wind through the ground.

"Murray, can you go down there? We can cut them off over there." Bentley explains.

"Sure thing buddy." Murray says as he makes his way alone down the corridor to Bentley's right.

"Carmelita you take the left passage." Bentley says

"On it." She says as she takes out her pistol and sneaks along the corridor, trying to catch them out.

"Connor, you stay here and protect the passage if anyone comes after us, take these you'll need some." Bentley says as he hands over some smoke canisters and bombs to add to his arsenal.

"Gee, thanks." he says sarcastically as he cocks the gun and takes position behind the cover. Bentley continues on forward down the passageway. He wheels his way quietly closer and draws his dart gun, ready to capture Penelope and return her to Amsterdam. Then he will need to beef up the safe, a pressure sensitive nuke should do nicely. A nice bit of misdirection on Bentley's part has set up the encounter that he needs. A lone encounter, the only way he can deal with this. He can hear the echoes down the corridor of the two voices in the room.

"It's got to be here somewhere, help me out quickly." The voice of Sly echoes faintly down the corridor. Bentley waits around the corner for them to exit.

"Let's get out of here." Sly says louder from Bentley's perspective.

"Already ahead of you." Penelope says. Even louder than Sly, indicating she is closer. The calculation is done in a split second. Penelope is closer, Sly is further away. The time is now to strike. He flicks a bomb around the corner blindly without looking. He waits for the beeping to end and the explosion to burst the silence. The explosion echoes through the hallways and into the sideways corridors that Carmelita and Murray walk through aimlessly, still having not found this evidence lock that Bentley said would be there. They rush back as quickly as possible to the intersection and see Connor taking cover behind the opposite wall, expecting guards to come at the sound of this bomb.

"That turtle is too clever for his own good." Connor comments.

"Bentley is smart." Murray blurts out.

"He's tricked us." Carmelita says.

But inside the room, Penelope is none too happy with these passing events.

"Bentley!" She shouts down the corridor, knowing the signature beeping of the bombs. She stands back up, unharmed by the bomb but her underpants are showing. She puts back on the orange prison jumpsuit and only does it up to the waist, letting the top part to hang around her waist. As she does this Bentley rolls his way in. Sly know what he has done but he doesn't want to let it happen.

"Bentley calm down." Sly says, getting in between them.

"It's nice to see you too Sly." Bentley replies back, not concentrating on him however but looking at Penelope around Sly's slim body.

"Just stop it now before you take this too far." Sly warns.

"You don't know the feeling Sly, the feeling of betrayal." Bentley says.

"One word, Neyla." Sly replies back. Not wanting to say that name again but it proves his point perfectly.

"Not like this, she stole my love and she will pay for it. So step out of the way and let me settle it for myself." Betley pleas. Penelope hears every word from behind Sly She knows she has done all of that and more. But she is now not willing to die over it. The primeval instinct to not die has kicked in.

"Bentley, I've known you for a long time. Just please don't do this, do it for me, please." Sly begs. Bentley doesn't forget those dark times for him. Bentley is torn between them. The trust and friendship of Sly or the pursuit of revenge. He wants both.

"This needs to be settled now Sly or it's going to be bigger than all of us." Bentley warns.

"What do you think it is now? What do you think it has become? If you lock someone up in a vault then drive 900 kilometres to hunt them down again, do you think that it still is not already big enough? Let's just stop this now and you can figure this out later when we are not trapped in the underground room of Interpol." Sly argues.

There is a pause for thought as the other three of the gang enter silently behind them into the room to listen in on the conversation.

"Yeah, let's get out of here Bentley." Penelope says forcefully. As she tries to move around Sly to get out of view. Bentley pulls the trigger on his dart gun, his hand not moving but his finger does. Sly reacts with speed unmatched by any to grab the dart out of the air and hold it in his hand, the needle still pointing at Penelope, the red liquid sloshing around inside. Sly tries to squirt the liquid out but only steam is released when the plunger is pressed. Sly pushes it all out until none is left then throws the dart as far as he can away from him. He is angry with Bentley for constantly ignoring his pleas. Bentley can see it as well, he has failed his friend, his true friend.

"Okay, but just until we get out of here." Bentley agrees.

"I give it 10 seconds." Penelope says. Implying the infighting is going to start none too soon.