The three of them made their way down the never-ending, twisting corridors with the Royal Guards following closely behind.
"Don't you get sick of tweedle-dum ad tweedle-dee following you all the time?" Lexi murmured as she glanced over her shoulder at the two stoic guards with expressionless faces.
"I guess I haven't had long enough to get sick of it yet," Ann answered with a shrug.
She was sure it would probably be irritating at some point, but for now, at least she had someone to ask if she got lost in the maze of corridors that the Enclave was turning out to be.
After descending the third set of stairs that seemed to twist in upon itself, she was almost positive that if she tried to find her way back she would most likely get lost. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to tell Adam how to get here.
"Bartholomew, I wanted Adam to meet us wherever you're taking us." She said a little hesitantly as she pulled her phone out and began flicking through to the message center.