Post by Paul Enker on Sept 23, 2009 0:43:41 GMT -6
Enker did not hurry to the generator. A running man was remembered. A man who moved at a brisk, but steady, pace was not. Nobody noticed Enker and that was the way he wanted it. His card gained access to the generator.
It should have been replaced ages ago, but as with all good government equipment, as long as it functioned above 50% efficiency, it was left in place. A remnant of a time when Terra suffered regular black-outs, the machine provided power to the lower half of the government center. Another more modern generator provided power to the top half.
All it good was Enker giving it a good kick to trip it. There was the smell of burning fuel and sparks as the generator squealed and went belly-up. Emergency protocols kicked in. And before anyone could come and find Enker, he took the emergency exit at the back of the generator room. The cement stairs were empty and nearly pitch black. He took out a penlight and slowly made his way up them, resting periodically to keep from working up a sweat.
By the time he reached his floor, the time had passed and the lights came back on, illuminating the exit. Enker checked to make sure he didn't have any dark particles on him, or that he didn't smell like grease, and stepped through the door.
The alarm went off. Enker winced as it screeched. "sorry... sorry." He muttered as a few men shot him looks. "I just... the elevator wasn't working-"
"Just wait for the power to come back." One of the guards snarled at him, marking the alarm as a false one. Enker continued to look very sorry as he headed back to his office. Hopefully Unwin had made it through, and if not, Enker may have bought him an extra minute or two with the false alarm. Any real perimeter alarms were likely to have been caught and dismissed as Enker being a bumbling fool.
He sat at his desk and looked out the window. It showed only another building, blocking his view of the city. But two stories up, the building no longer blocked out the sky. That was good, for now. But Cain's office was twenty stories up. He could see the sky and the city laid out before him. Enker had plans. That office wouldn't be Cain's for long. And soon, very soon, it would belong to Paul Enker.
Paul picked up an old DatPadd. It had been gutted, connection to the Network removed, and only displayed maps now. Any other person would assume Paul kept for sentimental reasons. But there was nothing sentimental about the little red dot on screen. "Hello my friend." He whispered, watching the dot descend the building. "You'll look for tracking bugs, and you may even find one or two on those useless scrubs, but you won't find this one. Oh no. And maybe, when we meet again, I'll let you know where it was."
He watched the dot and waited for Cain to discover his prisoner had disappeared without a trace.
It should have been replaced ages ago, but as with all good government equipment, as long as it functioned above 50% efficiency, it was left in place. A remnant of a time when Terra suffered regular black-outs, the machine provided power to the lower half of the government center. Another more modern generator provided power to the top half.
All it good was Enker giving it a good kick to trip it. There was the smell of burning fuel and sparks as the generator squealed and went belly-up. Emergency protocols kicked in. And before anyone could come and find Enker, he took the emergency exit at the back of the generator room. The cement stairs were empty and nearly pitch black. He took out a penlight and slowly made his way up them, resting periodically to keep from working up a sweat.
By the time he reached his floor, the time had passed and the lights came back on, illuminating the exit. Enker checked to make sure he didn't have any dark particles on him, or that he didn't smell like grease, and stepped through the door.
The alarm went off. Enker winced as it screeched. "sorry... sorry." He muttered as a few men shot him looks. "I just... the elevator wasn't working-"
"Just wait for the power to come back." One of the guards snarled at him, marking the alarm as a false one. Enker continued to look very sorry as he headed back to his office. Hopefully Unwin had made it through, and if not, Enker may have bought him an extra minute or two with the false alarm. Any real perimeter alarms were likely to have been caught and dismissed as Enker being a bumbling fool.
He sat at his desk and looked out the window. It showed only another building, blocking his view of the city. But two stories up, the building no longer blocked out the sky. That was good, for now. But Cain's office was twenty stories up. He could see the sky and the city laid out before him. Enker had plans. That office wouldn't be Cain's for long. And soon, very soon, it would belong to Paul Enker.
Paul picked up an old DatPadd. It had been gutted, connection to the Network removed, and only displayed maps now. Any other person would assume Paul kept for sentimental reasons. But there was nothing sentimental about the little red dot on screen. "Hello my friend." He whispered, watching the dot descend the building. "You'll look for tracking bugs, and you may even find one or two on those useless scrubs, but you won't find this one. Oh no. And maybe, when we meet again, I'll let you know where it was."
He watched the dot and waited for Cain to discover his prisoner had disappeared without a trace.
