Neither of them bothers saying goodnight as they part outside Hyde’s office door.
Vince shuffles down a flight of stairs, steps silent and efficient, until he’s nearly to the end of the hall. There’s one door and another, and then—
The security camera has this issue where, if the auxiliary cord isn’t plugged all the way in, the provided image fuzzes and blinks out for odd intervals.
Vince squeezes himself just past the door into the corner that isn’t covered by the camera. He slides a hand up the wall, angle awkward with how he’s keeping it out of frame, and tugs very slightly on the cord where it hangs down, fingers barely catching it.
He pulls until it leaves its plug-in just enough, then waits a moment and breathes against the wall. It’ll be a few minutes before one of the lads in t
