CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Open up!” a commanding voice over a speaker in the corner of the ceiling shouted. “Open the door immediately or we will use force! I repeat, we will use—”
Mr. Space fired his sound blaster at the speaker, blowing it up and abruptly silencing the commanding voice, leaving nothing but a smoking set of wires hanging from the spot where the intercom had been attached to the ceiling.
Beams, who stood next to the door waiting for anyone who might try to force their way in, looked over his shoulder at Mr. Space. “What was that for?”
“What?” said Mr. Space, lowering his blaster. “I got tired of hearing that guy’s voice constantly telling us what to do. It was distracting.”
“Yeah, but now we don’t know when these guys are going to break in or how,” said Beams in annoyance.
