Blood began walking down the hallway, checking doors. I said, “Why? What’s he doing?” “I guess just making the rounds. Find a place to hide.” Blood came jogging back. “All the doors have keypads. We can’t even get back into the office we used.” My mind began to spin, looking for options but only returning to the thought of us running from floor to floor trying to outwit the guards, with them closing the noose every time we tripped a stairwell alarm. Until they flooded the place with police. “Retro, can we get into an elevator? Can we hide there if we don’t push any keys?” “No. What do you think I’m watching him on? The elevators have cameras.” Damn it. “He’s stopped on the second floor. Now unsighted.” Because these hallways don’t have cameras. I raced to the nearest office door, pulled out my phone, and took a picture of the keypad.
