They waited until there was no other traffic in the corridors of the administration building as they began their descent to the subbasement. One person did, however, see them enter the steam tunnels. The hacker fumed. They hadn't taken his warnings to heart. It was time to demonstrate what happened to people who messed with the master of the WYRM.
"Do you have any idea who it could be?" Eric asked Drake as he carefully positioned his remaining rook. Playing chess face-to-face with Drake was even more of a challenge than when the dragon had been an anonymous on-line opponent. Lori lounged on a couple of pillows with her chin propped up on both hands, watching them, while she leafed through one of the books on Irish mythology that Drake had collected.
"No more than I've told you," Drake replied, moving his queen just in time to avoid losing it. "Nice move, my friend, you almost captured my lady."
"Most of the WYRM's transmissions come from the language arts building, right?"