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Sidney Withers pushed through the staff door into the back corridor. He found the fire inspector returning an extinguisher to its fixing on the wall. The inspector was a big man in black t-shirt, jeans and a baseball cap.
"What's going on here?" Withers said.
The inspector made a note on a clipboard. "Annual safety inspection," he said in a strange accent. American, but only just. Like he wasn't a native to the country.
"I know it's a damn inspection," Withers said. "What have you been doing? You been fiddling with wires?"
"Only the fire alarm system," the inspector said.
"Well our servers just went down," Withers said.
"I know, I was about to tell you," the inspector said. "Lucky I checked the system before they did, otherwise I'd of had to come back another time."
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