She gives him a moment to collect himself, staring at the large building before she started heading towards the door, hand holding the ID she was given.

"Ugh, that was unpleasant," Puck muttered when the harsh explosions finally stopped. He spit on the sidewalk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I dont know what was worse, the cab or the stench coming from the guys cigar." They all followed her inside

"I'd say the smell was worse." She muttered, walking into the building with the others after scanning the ID.

The lobby had a great vaulted ceiling that soared above them, maybe eight or ten stories, with strange metallic designs dangling from wires, glittering in the sun. People in expensive suits rushed by them, designer shoes clicking over the sterile gray floor. There were cameras in every corner, armed guards hovering by a turnstile security gate.

She immediately headed towards where the elevators were located.

Grim had disappeared. At the end of the corridor, they came to a pair of elevators.

She takes a deep breath before stepping inside, and looking at the numbers.

A few seconds passed before the doors opened with a ding and two women exited, passing them without a second glance. Unfortunately, there was no button 29.5 inside. Cheerful orchestra music played at a muted volume over the speakers, and the floor was carpeted in red. Puck rushed inside and stood in the middle of the floor, away from the walls, arms crossed tightly to his chest. Ironhorse turned and blinked at him.

"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, GOODFELLOW?" he asked. Puck gave him a fearsome smile.

"Me? Im fine. Big metal box in a big metal tube? Not a problem. Hurry and get us to the right floor, Princess."

She took a deep breath before entering the cotde: 1113122113

(Aww you didn't have to remember it)

The numbers lit up as they were punched, singing out a little tune like the buttons on a cell phone.