Operation Freelance Part 3

             The tunnel through the park was maybe a meter wide and a meter tall.  Not the most comfortable passages Charlotte had ever been in but at least it was still open.  Jack was in the lead, followed by Charlotte and then Malcolm.

           

“I have you at ten meters from the building.”  Tony’s voice came through their earpieces.  Charlotte was glad, crawling through a tunnel built almost a hundred years ago was not exactly her idea of a good time. 

“I see a door up ahead.”  Jack whispered.  All three of them turned their lights off, plunging them into darkness.  Charlotte heard Jack switch to night-vision goggles and heard the sounds of him inching himself forward towards the door.  Her and Malcolm went without the night-vision for the moment in the event that there was a blinding light on the other side. 

“I’m not getting any heat signatures on the other side of the door.”  Tony informed.

The door creaked a long, whiny sound as Jack opened it.  “Alright, we’re in.  Now which way?” 

Tony led them through the maze of tunnels built into the walls.  It seemed to Charlotte that a space of about two feet was built behind almost every wall in the building.  Not a lot of space, but enough to get around unnoticed.  There were even stairs built in.  If a person wanted to they could move to any area of the building, provided there was a way out into that room.  The major downside to the plan was that the floorboards were creaky, there was little insulation muffling the sound, and due to the tight space they had to move slowly. 

“Okay guys, you should be there.”  Tony finally whispered.  “It looks like there is one body in the room, and the room looks to be a standard ten foot by ten foot box.  No security posted in the area.  Not exactly a maximum security place is it?”

“Charlotte, take lead.  Malcolm and I will post guard.”  Jack nodded to her.  Jack moved a couple of meters further down the tunnel and Malcolm went back a couple of meters the way they had come.

Charlotte switched to her night-vision goggles and examined the wall, looking for a way through.  After about a minute of looking she found what looked like a latch on the wall.  “I think I’ve found the way in.”  She whispered.  She was almost back to where Malcolm was posted, so she figured the doors were built at the corners of the rooms.  She didn’t know if that would come in handy, but she figured it was good to take note of anyway. 

The latch fought her as she turned it and she wondered if anybody had ever used it before.  First she tried pushing to see if the door would swing in.  It didn’t move, so she took a deep breath and slowly began to pull, and she was rewarded with the sound of quiet scraping on the floor and a puff of dust being knocked from the door.  The door only opened to a 90-degree angle and was maybe a foot and a half wide and four feet tall.  An adult would really need to squeeze to get through the openings.