Playlist: Video 32/67
“This must be it,” Bremusa said checking the readout on her phone again.
Antioche was covering the corridor.
They were at am underground hallway which ended on a heavy security door. It had a wooden finish so as not to clash with the aesthetics but seemed like a bank-vault entrance.
“Should be clear to go.” Melousa’s sweet voice was heard on the comms along with rapid keystrokes.
Bremusa swiped the access card that Melousa had encoded earlier, and the door opened. She muted her microphone and mouthed to Antioche, “Tell her good job.”
“Why?”
“Just tell her!”
Antioche sighed. “Good job Chubby! I’ll buy you a donut.” Bremusa scowled at her as she was walking past and into the secured room.
She froze.
“Um…” Antioche said, her foot in the air, not daring to move
