Harold and India, invisible still in their suits, instinctively shrank back against the wall as the small group passed, no doubt heading for the door to the underground parking garage, which would be the nearest exit. The fire marshal, seeing Box and Mr Teeth making no apparent move to exit the building, halted by them and began to insist that they leave with her group.
This was a tough one for Box: if he and Mr teeth failed to act normally and leave, suspicions would be aroused. On the other hand, if they did as they were told, the demon and Agent India would be left on their own. There was no way he could even tell where those two were right now, much less get any kind of signal to them.
“It’s probably just a drill,” he said quite loudly, ostensibly to the woman, “we’ll be all trouping back in here again in a minute, I bet. Nothing to get worried about.”
She gave Box a slightly quizzical look and held out an arm in an ‘after you’ gesture. Box and Mr teeth reluctantly turned and started walking.
Harold and India had discovered early on that they could see each other whilst the suits were powered up, even if nobody else could see them – a most sensible feature for a suit with military applications. As the group of employees filed past, Harold beckoned to India and began running towards the security door, which was beginning to swing closed. He had noticed that the doors were very thick steel and beyond them was a large, well-lit area. Perhaps, he thought, Agents Mercury, Othello and Prada were being hed in there somewhere. Not knowing what better to do and very keen not to get separated, India trotted after him.
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The door to the conference room opened and four grim-looking guards stood in the corridor beyond. The nearest of them barked at Mercury, Prada and Othello to accompany him and no nonsense. The three agents did as they were told.
“Where’s Moon?” Mercury asked the guard.
“Not here.” Replied the man, in a flat voice.
Outside, in the hallway, there was a quiet orderly bustle as the relatively few employees present in the building at this time of night made their way to the nearest exit, just like they’d no doubt drilled.
Pretty soon, they were in the Infinity parking lot. The guards ushered them to stand apart from the main body of employees.
Mercury looked around, eyes narrowed, seeking possible escape opportunities. There weren’t any but as his eyes swept over the small crowd of Infinity people, he was astonished to see….could it be? Reverend Box and the big enforcer, Mr Teeth, dressed in something that looked like what the guards that captured them had been wearing.
He nudged Othello and gave a slight twitch of his head. The other agent glanced casually over to where Mercury had indicated and his eyes widened slightly, but that was all. He was not going to do anything to alert the guards.
Mr Teeth felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it to his ear. It was Pauli, asking for instructions now that things had apparently changed. No part of their plan had included an inpromptu fire-drill after all.
“Wait ‘till we’reall back inside, then carry on as agreed,” He said.
