Broken

Chapter 15

"God DAMNIT!" I shout angrily. The particular cell I'm in has LITERALLY no reception. The concrete walls and ceiling are interfering with my satellite connection. Jack looks at me, interested.
"Jack, what's the WiFi password?" I mutter angrily (😂). He chuckles softly. "I didn't realize that cellular data was needed for a heist." I glare at his sarcastic comment, and he clears his throat awkwardly before rattling off a set of numbers and letters. "J3B4WVCMFPFQT426. Got that?" He says the password with rapid speed, but my processors have it recorded and translated in under thirty seconds. A small ding in my head lets me know that I have gained access.
"Got it," I say, and consult the Internet for coordinates, surrounding areas, anything that will be useful information to get me out of here.
A few minutes after the Sergeant had left, Jack had come strolling in with a hastily-drawn map. "I, uh, made them myself," he said sheepishly. They were actually quite stunning. A regular architect-looking blueprint was held out before me, and I must say, although it wasn't nearly anything close to the extensive information I was going to need, I couldn't help but feel my breath caught in my chest.
"Got it!" I exclaim. Jack stares at me, and I clear my throat. "Sector 8, in Vail, Colorado, is home to many conspiracy theories. No one really knows what goes on inside Sector 8, but many townsfolk speculate that something...otherworldly, is going on. Many believe that specimens from the alien world-perhaps live ones, even-" I snort at this but continue. "Inhabit those very walls. Click this attachment to see more." I blink, and immediately a file pulls up with the blueprints of-"Jesus." -all forty floors. I whistle softly to myself. "It's gonna be a long ride."