Shortly after stepping out the door, a sign on the wall confirmed that the team was in Tower 1 as expected.
"We are on the correct floor," April said quietly into the commlinks, "And the correct building, just the wrong kitchen for the plan... he must have had to divert us. The emergency stairwell in the core is still our planned destination, down to floor 2." As the team advanced, Gunsmith waved them through a series of positions that avoided the still-functioning cameras. A number of cameras were obviously damaged or in need or repair and April explained in whispers that their man on the inside had disabled them in advance over the prior weeks as seeming accidents while moving equipment down the halls.
There was a tense moment when, while descending the emergency stairwell, the team heard footsteps above them, but after freezing in position, Gunsmith drawing his weapons and pressing against the walls, guns pointed up the empty center, there was the sound of an opening and closing door and then silence again. Soon, at the second floor, Gunsmith signaled for silence and ghosted through the door. After a quiet thump, he came back and waved the team in. A man wearing the uniform of the Nazi soldiers lay on the floor, a spreading pool of blood beneath his head."I had just asked him when his next check-in was when he went for his gun,"
Gunsmith explained in a low voice, "I had no choice but to make sure that he stayed silent... but I don't know how long we have before someone checks on him."
He looked down the corridor. "You did scout this part, right Cheshire?"
The emergency stairwell has dropped you off roughly in the center of one of the sides of the inner side of the triangle of the floor, giving you about 100 feet in either direction toward a corner. The hallways are lined with what seem to be large thin cases, maybe 10 feet wide, five feet tall, and several inches deep, currently covered in white sheets. A sign on the opposite wall sports an arrow pointing to the right and words in German."Proceed in an orderly fashion through our display of progress,"
Charlie said quietly as he stared at the wall, "Or at least, that's what Frederick says it says."
Similar signs appear as far as the team can see in the somewhat dim light."Looks like your friend wasn't able to disable the cameras as well here,"
Gunsmith said, scanning the walls. "Nothing looking at the stairwell, but it's going to be a tight squeeze even with me pointing out where to walk... good thing those cases are there, though. Blocks the sightlines of some of the cameras. Bad security setup, really. They must not have been expecting much. 'Course, we could just try to rush our way through, but I don't know that I trust our little cosmic imp friend to whisk us back out right away."
"Our sources say that the cases have propaganda posters in them talking about how ruinous our government was," April said quietly, "Our original plan involved spraypainting anti-Nazi slogans on them. Sounds kind of dumb compared to saving the multiverse. Nevertheless..." She pulled a canister and a painter's mask from her belt, strapped the mask on, and stepped underneath one of the sheets. After a brief moment of aerosol sound, she was back out, her front now spackled with red paint dots. She coughed. "Verdammt
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..." Charlie muffled a snort behind his hand.
"It is well that we are here to save the world," April said, "Because our plan to paint was poorly prepared." Pulling the mask up, she spat on the floor.