Page 89 of Fight or Flight
“Whoever designed this place really went hard with the secret passages and hidden doors. Not gonna lie, I’m jealous we don’t have anything like this in our house. Imagine how much fun we could have if we could literally move through the walls to fuck with people?” I muse as Jax pulls the section of wall away to reveal a heavy metal door.
“It would make life more interesting, that’s for sure.”
“Do you think the architect was a voyeur, or paranoid?”
“Probably both.” Jax taps on the door. “Are you going to open it, or am I cracking it?”
“I should make you crack it,” I tell him, already typing away. “Since you’re already doing all the heavy lifting and all.” I tap the final key to input my modifications to the code that controls thedoor. “But since I’m such an amazing and thoughtful brother, I did it for ya.”
“My hero,” he drawls as the lock disengages, and the keypad goes offline.
A box appears on my screen telling me that my program worked and the safe room is under my control. “Cameras inside have been neutralized,”
He pushes the door open and steps inside.
The space isn’t much of a room and is more of a closet, but right in the middle, like we’re in some sort of Hollywood movie, is a huge safe sitting on a metal table.
Using the key he got from Ben’s desk, Jax unlocks the safe. Inside is a hard drive, and nothing else.
“Do you think each leader has a secret safe room?” I ask my brother as he swaps out the hard drive for the decoy he brought with him.
“Knowing them, they probably do.” Jax locks the safe up. “Anything going on that we need to know about?”
I check the hallway feeds. “Nope, it’s deader than a doornail out there.”
“If you ask why that’s a thing since doornails aren’t sentient and can’t die…”
“I’ll stop asking when you give me an answer.”
“You can’t look it up yourself?” he asks as he closes up the safe room and goes back over to the desk.
“I could, but it’s more fun to annoy you into doing it for me.”
“Why didn’t I eat you in the womb?”
“Because you knew you’d be lost without me even then?”
“Yeah, that’s definitely it.” He puts the key back in the drawer, then replaces the false bottom and puts everything back where he found it. When the drawer is locked again, he slips the lock casing back into place. “Done.”
“Then get fuck out of there.”
“Roger that.” He strides over to the door. “Is it clear?”
I flick my gaze to the screens where all of the nearby video feeds are. “All good,” I tell him.
I watch the video feeds as Jax slips out of Ben’s room so he can retrace his steps. I reset the cameras and the key log sensors once he’s cleared them and track his movements until he’s back in the corridor.
Then I pack up my equipment and do the same.
“Think anyone’s noticed you’ve been gone for a while?” Jax asks when we’ve met up at the trapdoor where we first parted ways.
“Probably, but I’ll deal with that if it’s an issue.”
“How’s Shane doing?” he asks as we backtrack through the corridor.
“Great, and so are all the chicks he’s been dancing with,” I say before I can stop myself.
“Do you think you’ll have any trouble getting the card back to Ben?”
