Hades was cursing just a little bit after he finally managed to get the rotunda to stop. Good gosh, his boss had a tongue-twister for a name. His life was never going to be simple, nope. Couldn't there be a less painful thing to say than 'Mister Mitterbill's Office' when one was trying to stop the doors from spinning around and avoid the urge to vomit? Of course not. It was all a part of the secrecy thing that he was not fond of at the moment.

Knocking on the door with three sharp taps, he leaned against the wall in an effort to reorientate himself. His head was still spinning.