Broken Mirror: Apophis 2029 by Michel Savage

docking garage we were surprised to find that the great sliding doors we had left ajar where now shut.  It was also obvious that the noise from the whining generator beyond had also ceased.  We both immediately turned around and made our way up to the roof.
      I was exhausted from running up the flight of stairs; up on top we found Thorn still crouched on the roof, looking through his scope at the location where the cylindrical object had disappeared.  I sat next to him and he leaned over and let me look through the viewfinder, all I could see was a round indentation partially obscured in the soft shade of a nearby tree; which had been engulfed by the mound of displaced dirt it had created.  There was no longer any movement from below, but they both wanted to keep watch for a little while longer.
      "The access doors to the lower dock have been resealed," Roy mentioned to Thorn ’ s surprise.
      "What did you see?" I asked, still clueless as to what was actually going on here.  Roy pointed out with a motion of his hand at the surrounding area and a detail in the surrounding landscape we could only make out from above. 
      "You remember walking down there; didn't you stop to wonder how odd it was that the ground was so dry considering it had just rained yesterday?" His hard words meant as a rhetorical question.  From our position up here, I could see what he meant.  The wet ground outside of cleared area was obviously darker with moisture separated by an invisible but distinct line around its entire edge.  Even so, I was still confused to what that suggested.
      "There's something buried beneath there besides that lower generator room."  Thorn realized, as the area measured much larger than the floor plan of the lower docking bay.
      "I would bet there's a bunker down there under the foundation, right below our own feet," Roy proclaimed, explaining that underground shelters were laced with drainage webbing to disperse moisture away from the subsurface structure.  He was probably right; the visual footprint we saw below us was predominantly larger than the lower dock where we found those generators.
      After keeping watch for another hour up top, we decided to rally back in the main room where we had set up camp.  The little boy was sitting there patiently chewing on a ration bar while the rest of us discussed the situation.  There were a few suggestions tossed around that we should abandon the complex and search for another place to lodge, but the winter storms were already at our doorstep, which was a serious concern. 
      Felix thought maybe we could do a little more exploring and try to contact someone; that is, if we found anybody still inside.  Old man Roy pointed out that we had not actually seen anybody as yet, and that the bunkers maintenance system might be completely automated.  Even if we found a way in, there was no guarantee what we might run into down there.  Thorn and everyone else finally had to admit that the temptation of an entire bunker that was possibly full of supplies was worth the peril involved.  Everyone in the circle had been through far too much over the past several years to walk away from such a prize ...if it existed.  We could only hope.
      Haiti kept watch through the night on the roof as the rest of us slept, dreaming of an entire complex full of food and untainted water.  Maybe there were people down there, or maybe it was nothing more than an empty sub-basement filled with nothing more damp cement walls.  We would find out soon enough. 
      We set off to find an entry point at first light.  Upstairs in the executive office we failed to find anything on the holographic chart that would explain what the hydro generators were actually connected too.  Pipes from the circular array shown in the lower basement were directed vertically straight into the ground where they merely disappeared from the graph.  After some digging around in the building, the men found a