The door did not open. Yemi twisted the handle here and there; yet nothing happened.
So he typed: how do I open this underground door.
He bit his lower lip as he quickly looked at the others to let them know he is still in control of things.
Yemi’s breathe became harder and loud as he expected the brain’s reply, as one of the men kept searching for a way to open the underground. He had refused to tell anyone that his source within the group was just a girl. No one would support that.
Why is she not answering?