CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2027 9:21pm
(02:06:06:42)
Adam stopped at the 25th floor and sat down too hard on the landing. His loud breathing made him paranoid about the echoing rasp running up and down the stairwell. This part of the plan he couldn’t prepare for. He had found that one door the cameras didn’t cover. That one door with no security sensor attached. He had managed to get the lights out on that corner of the loading dock. He mapped out the guard schedule, the shift changes, the safe passage from the dock to the stairwell. All that he researched, studied, and committed to memory. All that he executed quietly and quickly.
But the climb. There was no preparing for it. He rose slowly, the muscles in his legs screaming, the weight on his back like lead, the straps sco
