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e elevator, gets in and pushes the
button for the top floor. As the doors hiss shut, he cannot
resist stroking the rubber door-guards.
The trip to the top is over almost before he realises it. He
reaches up and loosens the cable running into the back of the
surveillance camera. If a security guard should bother to check,
he will see nothing untoward. He then pushes the button for the
floor immediately below. The doors hiss shut again, and once
more his attention is drawn to the smooth black rubber lips.
Half-way down, between floors, he pushes the stop button. The
elevator jerks to a stop, the squeaking sounds gradually diminish
as the dampers compensate for the rocking motion. In the quiet
that follows the fading squeaks, he thinks he can hear someone
snickering at him. He listens, head cocked to one side.
Nothing.
One finger still on the stop button, he reaches over, inserts
two fingers between the elevator door-gua
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