“Awful and unlawful we are,” I said in my Yoda voice. “Criminal Jedi.”
Turning the T-handle had two jobs: unlocking the door and triggering a relay for the lights. The weather seal hissed slightly as the cool dry air of the building mixed with the warm humidity in the basement, energy saving LEDs illuminating the seven foot shaft and steel ladder. Without an invitation or so much as a glance at anyone I jumped into the hole with arms stretched over my head, foregoing the ladder completely.
“Weeee!” my giddy, dumb a*s said during the drop.
My injured calf was not in agreement with the landing. The nerves voiced a searing curse that radiated up the back of my leg for several very long seconds. Fortunately, Ace's compression legging absorbed some of the impact.
That, my subconscious said
