Inside the power room, in front of the switchgear panel, a tall and well-built man stood with his back facing the entrance, concealed by the shadow. He was dressed in a light green uniform commonly worn by janitors in the hospital, obscuring his appearance.
This was not the place where janitors were supposed to be in. Rather, the security guard who was supposed to keep an eye on this place was on the floor, unconscious.
“I am in the power room,” the janitor said to the person he was on a call with. “Give me the cue and I am all set.”
“Good, you better not fail this time,” an automated voice snickered, “like all those fools before you.”
The janitor spoke with a hoarse voice that was deeply engraved with hatred. “I won’t fail.” He gritted his teeth. Not this time!
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