A sleek card reader hugged the doorway to the stairs, but made no fuss as Rick twisted the handle and nudged the door forward. Tilly knew from her days as a security auditor that automated access points were notoriously unreliable, but she told herself that these kids were responsible for the easy entry. She needed to be prepared for whatever happened next.
“We’re gonna have to split up,” Rick announced, holstering his gun.
“Why?” Tilly asked, gun still in hand, gripped.
“Google agreed to evacuate but they wouldn’t confirm or deny that they have a supercomputer on the premises. It could be in the basement, could be in a lab, could be that gorgeous coffee machine in the lobby. They wouldn’t budge.”
“f*****g techholes.”
“Honestly, I can’t even blame them,” Rick said as he ascended the s
