Whitey led the way, the service elevator stopping at the first floor underground. “Work order to clean the ducts,” he told the security guard. When the guard balked, Whitey pushed him. “We got four floors to do today, pal, and I ain"t ready for a coffee break yet.”
“Why the midget?”
“You ever try to crawl into a vent? Ain"t easy. What"s the hold up? That"s your own blazin" work order.”
The guard waved them through, and they wheeled the cart to their first stop. Jack helped Misty up into the vent, where she installed the canister, then they spent the next hour acting as though they were cleaning the duct.
“They"ve even got motion detectors farther along in the duct,” Misty whispered, one of the modifications that Carmody had told them about.
Methodically, they worked their way down to
