Oh, God, no. If she disappeared into the walls there was no telling what could happen to her.

"No!" Natalya cried with genuine fear, rushing forward, sliding the last two feet on her knees and catching the grate- but far too late. The girl moved fast.

"No, please," she gasped, "you are in danger here. Come- oh, God damn it," she swore in Russian.

She had to get a team down there immediately. She pulled the radio from her hip, but before she used it to hail the surface, she leaned down, peering into the dark.

"Please, stay here. If you disappear deeper into city there is grave danger. Please," she said then sat back, frustrated, and stood.

"This is Zamyatin. Contact IBI and head of IPD, I am need assistance."