"Van Ness!"
"Yes."
"Where would they build that central power room? Up? Down?"
"Down."
He started the car moving. Oddly curving and angling corridors bending with geometrical precision. He saw an elevator door and he pressed the button; the door opened and he drove the car into it. Down, fast, sickeningly fast.
"Bottom ... clear down," Van Ness mumbled. "Start from there. I can't see—"
Danton kept the elevator dropping and then it stopped. He hadn't stopped it.
He stepped to the side as the door slid open. He hit the entering Oligarch, hit him with a short hard blow in the solar plexus and when the man gasped and bent forward, Danton brought his knee up. Bone and cartilage crunched. The man slewed to one side, and Danton hit him again and the man smashed into the wall and slid down toward the floor.
"I can't see," Van Ness said. "But what I hear has a sweet sound."
Danton dragged the Oligarch up, held him against the wall. The man sagged and lifted his hands to protect his face. His lips were torn, his nose bleeding. He stared dazedly at Danton, his eyes filled with terror, shock.