They go through a long corridor like a tunnel. Earth smells, like dirt and 
peat and mold, mingle with the aroma of gun metal. The boy pulls open a heavy 
wooden door that’s about ten centimeters thick. Beyond that waits an Asian man
in a gray jump suit that shows many dark stains. He looks Tikki over very 
briefly, before saying in heavily accented English, "Black Mist okay. I’m Chey."