Shea flinched as she heard the heavy steel door close behind her. The Marine leaned casually against the door snickering. He joked with someone she couldn't see as Shea closed in. Her mind was roiling, the simple desire to smell fresh air again driving her. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as the Marine froze. He had finally detected the massive tsunami of Shea's madness crashing over him. His mind was easily taken. She felt his panic as she sent is mind away, taking his knowledge before blacking him out. She erased the thoughts he had had of herself. She hummed with happiness as she found what she was looking for. There were two ways out. A ventilation shaft where packages of medicine and weapons and such were delivered. Then there was the guarded entrance. The formal entrance for staff and security, But there seemed to be something missing. The man knew there was a third exit...but he didn't know where. Shea spat. He only knew that the surgeons in the basement...in the dark room knew where it was. Damn. Shea turned to the stairs and began the descent into the darkness. Shea had a bad feeling about this...but hey, she was insane right? She grinned as she went deeper and deeper underground.