​The damp air in the underground corridor smelled of stagnant canal water, mold, and dried copper. Low-wattage lightbulbs encased in wire cages hung along the arched brick ceiling, casting sickly yellow shadows across the wet stone steps.​Elijah walked with steady, unhurried strides down the subterranean corridor, his gloved right hand casually gripping Scar-Face Tiger by his greasy hair. Behind him, Tiger’s broken legs dragged along the uneven stone floor, leaving two dark streaks of blood and grime in the dirt.​"Please... please, Lord..." Tiger wheezed in a voice that had been stripped completely raw by screaming. His face was gray, swollen with cold sweat and tears, his teeth chattering against each other with pure, helpless terror. "The key... the keycard is in my left pocket... please stop dragging me..."​Elijah did not even look down at the ruined thug. When they reached the end of the corridor, a heavy, reinforced steel bulkhead door stood in their path, sealed shut with a m