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Yeah... But.

He's so

The bathroom was impeccable, which made sense considering she was inside a government facility. The tiles were white, the stalls were fine and the sink had a motions sensor. There were no cameras to be seen...

“Bud. Position.” Anaïs looked around as she calculated her own escape roots if it all comes down badly. “Keep the plan. Use the air duct to get to the inner part of an office. I need you to get to the corridor and take the big elevator to the left. I must tell you...these guys security system is hard as fuck. I can’t get through some blueprints.”

The girl lost no time, quickly reaching for the air duct on the lowest corner of the bathroom, she pulled her screwdriver to loose the gates. “Are there people inside?”

“Yes. But very few, the majority of the security guards are in the main hall and entrances. The ones the corridor come and go, making small routes I guess? Drinking coffee and shit.I’m pretending to be a phantom user so the firewall won’t detect me. It’s safer that way...but I can’t reach the lower levels.” Ktchak! The gate was open, Anaïs rushed in, making sure to put the gate back so when the guard came back it wasn’t too obvious she went through the air duct system. Give her more time. “Which means?” She asked Bud. “It means I have no idea what’s on the underground.” Her stomach made a knot, the walls of the air ducts were beyond dirty, Anaïs had to cover her nose and mouth to prevent sneezing. *cough* “It must be underground Bud. I can feel it.” She whispered as her elbows and knees pushed her forward, after 2 minutes of search...

“I hate this. Now! Through that one.” Bud replied, Anaïs looked forward to an opening. As she got closer the light breeze reached her skin, the girl unscrewed the gates with difficulty due to the small space she had. The gate when down, and she climbed down with a certain lack of grace. “I hope no one heard me.” Anaïs brushed of most of the dust from her clothes. “I’m feeling like 007 right now.” Her tone was more joyful than it should be.

“I swear you have a deathwish. Just get out of there.” - “Easy.Easy. I need to change my clothing.” Anaïs walked around the janitor’s office, looking for a suit that’d fit her, along a cleaning cart. The room was a bit spacious and poor lighted. “For the record, this is your part of the plan.” 

“Aaaand? What’s wrong with it?” - “Pretending to be a janitor? Really?! How old are you?” Anaïs didn’t even bother to take off her clothing, she just put the suit over her previous one, adjusting it as they spoke, it was a bit over her size even though the got the female uniform of a girl called Jane. “Oh, you got a better idea? It’s not like people are expecting the cleaner to be a spy.” She puts a cap on her head and leaves the office with a certain confidence.

There were two guys in suit chatting over the other end of the corridors and another coming into her direction in quite a hurry, the duo on the other side laughed one making a bad impression of the secretary of state as the other drank a mug of coffee. The light of the corridor was medium white led, pictures of important people Anaïs was definitely not familiar with and a few doors. She pushed the cleaning cart as looking down, thanks to the big amount of products and equipment the man who passed her couldn’t look at her properly from the front, only giving her a quick glance from the corner of his eyes.

Anaïs never felt so tense.

She reached the elevator, picked her access card and slides it through the scanner. Every second seemed like forever, a drop of sweat escaped the left corner of her temple, she could hear her heart pounding, her breathing getting slightly quicker and how much she wished to ignore it. One wrong move and she’d be dead. 

The heavy metal doors opened and she got in with the cart. “Bud...” She whispered, her voice a bit shaky. “Tell me what comes next.” The elevator had 9 buttons, from 1, which was her level until - 8. How much further down will the place go? She thought, pressing level -4.

“I’ll try, Anny. Act natural and-...” His sentence was cut short by a strange static sound. “Bud? Bud?!” She said, trying not to shout. He wasn’t there anymore. She was...terrified. The sentiment of despair and regret hit her like a truck in high speed, the shot of a desert eagle do the chest. Anaïs tried to keep her cool as she went down to the unknown.

All that...to give her blog something for being remembered by? To prove her worth? Unravel the secrets of the US government? She had too many doubts and little time. 

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