[Joel turns right, treading lightly. There's still a security patrol in this section of the building, and he's not planning on drawing their attention if he can help it. The decoder sticks to the door and within five seconds unlocks it with a soft beep. Joel eases himself into the dark room, pulling out the flashlight hooked into his belt.
The entrance to the vault is supposed to be somewhere around here, but none of the blueprints they could buy, steal, or wrangle had the exact location. He shines the beam over the room-- a CEO's office, by the looks of it, big desk, golf trophies, plaques. He starts out by looking under the desk for any buttons or panels, controls that might reveal a hidden room or door.
There's a gleam of light from under the office door, and Joel freezes, hearing the sounds of footsteps down the hall, a crackle of radio.]
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The entrance to the vault is supposed to be somewhere around here, but none of the blueprints they could buy, steal, or wrangle had the exact location. He shines the beam over the room-- a CEO's office, by the looks of it, big desk, golf trophies, plaques. He starts out by looking under the desk for any buttons or panels, controls that might reveal a hidden room or door.
There's a gleam of light from under the office door, and Joel freezes, hearing the sounds of footsteps down the hall, a crackle of radio.]
--the hell? Thought you were keeping 'em busy.