Sang had to act quickly. Was she to risk the escape by jumping on to the filing cabinet and then into the ventilation shaft without having time to screw on the shaft door properly? Or was she to hide out in the office room and pray that the man didn't stay in it long enough to notice there was essentially a gaping hole where the shaft door had once hid the ventilation shaft tunnel? Almost immediately she decided to go with the latter option; it was way too dangerous to try to risk escaping now, especially since the footsteps were becoming seemingly closer.
"Matt? Matt we have a code red," Sang began, planting herself underneath the desk where the man's legs and feet would normally rest. "Target approaching, not enough time to escape. Prepare plan Target Diversion!" she exclaimed, as she pushed herself back into the crook beneath the desk, clutching the memory stick tightly.
"Sorenson, breathe. We've done operations like this before. I will commence Target Diversion, just find somewhere safe and out of sight to hide while we distract the target to give you enough time to escape." Said Matt patiently; understanding jobs like this were never so simple. Sang took a deep breath in to calm herself and decided that putting her trust in Matt was inevitable now, as there was no other option for her.
She could almost picture the target twisting the golden handle of the door from the outside and definitely heard the faint click of the door opening. Loud footsteps paced around the room, echoing off the walls, before finally coming to reside by the desk. Albeit rather dark under the shadowed confines of the desk, she could make out the expensive shiny black shoes in front of her. What was it with this man and his possessions being polished to perfection? It was pretty irritating.
"Sorenson, we've got someone on the inside posing as a colleague of the firm - we're going to get him to knock and bring our target outside so that you can get out." No sooner had Matt said this into her comms unit than two loud knocks struck in succession at the door.
"Come in." said the deep voice of the target, oozing power and authority.
"Ever so sorry to disturb you sir, but there seems to be something wrong with the legal documents Mr. Anderson has emailed me regarding your divorce with your ex-wife." Sang recognised that voice. It was the voice of another member of her team, Jonah. So the woman in his framed photograph was his ex-wife? Interesting that he'd still have that hanging in there.
"That's quite alright mister..." the target trailed off expectantly.
"Jones." Jonah filled in swiftly, evidently giving an alias and not his real surname.
"Right, Mr. Jones we can take this up now as I still have thirty minutes or so before I get back to some proper work" and with that the target walked back across the office, joining Jonah outside and shutting the door behind him. Sang's escape could finally be made.
