<strong>Adèle Louve de la Renardière</strong>had been reading books during the whole trip, memorising information about the region and its history. Reading was always building a kind of hermetic, soundproof bubble around her and she had barely noticed her companions and soon-to-be competitors. As the bus came to a stop, she closed her book with a loud sound. The time of action had come. She stretched her athletic limbs and lifted her curly black mane to bring fresh air to her nap. She put the book into her backpack, along with the others and a selection of tomb explorer gear: a length of climber's rope, a forehead flash-light with spare batteries, a Swiss-army knife, a commando knife, a ruler,  drawing and writing gear, a short hammer-peak, an insecticide spray, a pair of thin but sturdy leather gloves, a pair of goggles, a detailed map of the area and several books.<br/><br/>She walked down the bus with a smile. It was good to exercise her muscles after the long trip. She was wearing a black T-shirt, a black-leather jacket with many pockets, a black jeans and black boots with a 2-inch flat heel. Her backpack too was black. As she stepped off the last step, she put on her head a black leather hat with a broad rim.<br/><br/>She looked at the huge building with a professional eye, noticing and classifying the various architectural elements and styles that had been mixed together. The atmosphere was very dark and creepy, but she had seen worst in some the catacombs she had studied.<br/><br/>"Nice building, isn't it? I'm eager to explore its guts..." she said to nobody in particular.<br/><br/>She listened intently to the rules, taking notes in her field notebook, only to realise that it, along with her books would not be allowed inside. Once her pack had been controlled, she threw it on her back with a decide look on her face.<br/><br/>"May I ask one question? Are we supposed to stay together or should we explore this place on our own?"<br/><br/>