The sixth garage's owner was the one who'd taken the panel off, and Pit could hear said owner shifting around in the room. He poked his muzzle slowly, very slowly, into the square of light, and blew out a sigh of relief when he saw the owner's knees. That explained the ventilation shaft's slight downward slope.
His belly scraping the floor, he crept past the sixth garage.
When he found the seventh panel, he had to stop and monitor his breathing and his heartbeat. Both were out of control. Then he raised a paw and scuffed the panel with his claws.
The rasp barely rose above the sounds of the sixth garage a good distance away. Pit could feel the invisible countdown ticking away the seconds. He blinked on his HUD and flipped mentally through its settings. Belatedly, he realized he had sett
