Sang Sorenson clung to the warm metal wall of the dingy ventilation shaft. In a short while she'd have all the information she needed to expose one of the most powerful dirtbags in America. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she remained in her awkward crouched position; thanking her lucky stars that she was as small as she was, else she'd be stuck in this claustrophobic space not being able to breathe. Sweat beaded on her brow as she waited those few precious moments for her colleague to inform her that their target had left his office.
"Alright Sorenson, he's gone. You need to crawl all the way to the end of the shaft then make a right, you should be able to get into his office from there" came the disembodied voice of her colleague, Matt, from the comms unit that was currently lodged in her left ear. "Make sure you input the memory stick into the second USB port of his laptop and transfer the files. Good luck, you have exactly..." there was a slight pause, "eight minutes. Go."
Sang had never been happier than in that moment where she was finally given the go-ahead and was able to free herself from her uncomfortable position. Clasping the memory stick in her a gloved hand she used her other hand to push away sweat-clad dirty blonde bangs from her forehead. Damn, it was so stuffy in here.
"Right. Thanks Matt," she whispered, carefully but swiftly making her way along the shaft. She knew exactly why she'd been pinned for this job; she was relatively small and so could fit into these kind of cramped spaces, had impressive skills in the art of computer-hacking and programming, and was very inconspicuous, which comes in handy when carrying out missions such as this.
Reaching the end of the shaft she hurriedly undid the screws located on the edges of the meshed ventilation door and pulled until it came off with a slight pang. Placing the door behind her she assessed the office room in front of her. A very elegant and tasteful office stood before her. The walls were stark white with a black clock situated on the wall to her west, there was a shiny, polished dark wooden floor upon which stood a giant wooden black desk similarly polished to perfection. The desk had upon it a neat stack of papers, an overhead lamp, and the laptop she'd be using very soon. There was a solitary framed picture in the glass cabinet behind the desk; a picture of whom Sang assumed was the owner of this corporation along with his wife. Alright, it was time for business. Sang peered at the ground beneath her, scouting the room for anything in her vicinity that could be used for leverage. Luckily just to the right of the ventilation shaft was a steel filing cabinet she'd be able to use to come down from her high position. Carefully, she wiggled out of the shaft and placed one foot on top of the cabinet and slowly came down until she was perched atop the cabinet before jumping down completely and running over to the desk. There was absolutely no sound as she did this, due to her team equipping her with the best sound-absorbing attire and this, paired with her own svelte figure, made her movements precise and silent. She used her gloved hand to push the memory stick into the second port as directed and waited for the laptop to recognise the device. Once recognised, she copied and transferred all the required documents from the laptop to her memory stick, urging the transfer to be quick. As soon as it was done, she cleared all traces of her memory stick off the laptop and yanked it out, thankful that the job had been done successfully and without any difficulty. Turning to leave via the same filing cabinet and ventilation shaft, she was brought to an abrupt stop and could hear the overwhelming sound of blood pounding in her ears when she picked up the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps echoing from the hallway. There was no way she could escape now without being found.
