A small wrinkle in the plan
Catherine quickly and efficiently led them through the kitchen. They were about to where they were going to cut through the wall when they rounded a corner to see the backside of a man. All three of them quickly jumped back around the corner, and Steven quietly hissed. “I thought you said there was no one here.” “There wasn’t, and there shouldn’t be. He didn’t appear on any cameras until a second ago.” “Who’s there?” The man shouted. “He came out of one of the ovens.” Alf’s voice informed them. “I know there’s someone there if you don’t show yourself right now. I’m going to call for the guards, and they are freaked out. I’d hate to see what they do to someone they found sneaking around right now.” “Came out of an oven?” Harold whispered. Zephyr put her finger to her lips and mouthed
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