#sub-sub-sub librarians

Dashiell Qwerty had come to New York on VFD business. He had spent the morning in the public libraries, taking them in and connecting with fellow librarians. In the evening, he planned to possibly visit a soup kitchen. Volunteering extended beyond the borders of VFD business for him. But for now, it was around noon, and he was in central park for his official mission- retrieving an item from another agent.

Always observant, he took in the scenery around him as he walked the grounds. There were children with backpacks walking home from school, people sitting on the benches having lunch, tourists taking photos. He found what he needed- a sealed envelope- tucked between the pages of an abandoned newspaper.

But something else caught his eye. An instinct, perhaps, honed by years of working in a secret organization, or simply being a librarian. There was a large stone on the ground, but it was the scrape marks around the base that drew his eye- as if it had been moved. When he was sure no one was around to pester him about it he shoved the rock aside and dropped into the revealed tunnel.

Dashiell knew that these weren't the VFD tunnels dug under the city and it's local environs. They were likely no more than relics of old construction. But they could be useful to VFD, and thus were worth exploring enough to document. He had a flashlight with him- a librarian should always be prepared to read in the dark- and began exploring the complex concrete passageways.