Panic

“Stand back, sir, this area is currently posing a fire risk.”

“What the hell do you mean? There’s no fire here.”

“We received a call a few minutes ago that there was a fire at Uris Hall, Morningside campus of Columbia University. Is this the address?”

“Well, yes.”

“And are those fire alarm bells?”

“Yes. But -”

“Then please let us do our job, sir.”

Marty fumed, but reluctantly stepped back as the fire captain directed his team to the main entrance of the building. The crowd of students parted as the firefighters passed through, each wearing a protective suit and breathing apparatus. Soon the firemen had disappeared into the building and Marty was left to keep the peace outside, a prospect that made him no less irritable than he already was.

He drew the standard-issue nightstick from the holster on his belt and flicked it toward the ground with a snap of his wrist, extending it to full length with a sharp click. He began to walk slowly through the crowd, tapping the end of the weapon against his free palm in a ma

After a few minutes, Marty absent-mindedly reached to his belt with his free hand and noticed his set of keys was missing.

Chapter 25

“Got it!”

Mary ran into the corridor at full speed, nearly colliding with Albert, stopped sharply in front of Leopold, and held up a white key card attached to a set of metal keys.

“Good work. Did he see you?”

“Unfortunately, yes. He was walking around with one hand on his keychain and I could see the card attached by a lanyard. The only chance was to divert his attention, so I walked right into him.”

“Did he notice you take the keys?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, but we still don’t have too much time. He’s going to notice the keys are missing any minute and track us down here.”

They all set off back in the direction of the basement, with Jerome dragging Albert by his collar amid subdued protestations that he should be allowed to go home.

“Keep quiet and you’ll get to go home a lot sooner,” said the bodyguard. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve earned your two thousand dollars.”

“Earned it? I’ve watched you guys break down doors, set off alarms, call out the fire department under false pretences, and to top it all off, there’s at least one dead body nobody’s telling me about. I’d say I’ve earned my money!”

Jerome glared at the tour guide and tightened his grip. Albert took the hint and kept quiet.

A few minutes later the four of them reached the lower-level passageways for the second time, and Leopold opened the heavy mag-locked door with a quick swipe of the stolen key card. The lock released with a muffled clunk and the door opened outwards to reveal an even darker, damper passageway beyond.

Mary groaned. “You definitely owe me a new pair of shoes.”

“I’ll get you two,” replied Leopold.

The group marched in single file down the passageway, pausing only as gusts of steam sporadically erupted from cracks in the pipe work that ran along the walls at roughly head height. The tu

“Albert, what seems to be the problem?” Leopold asked, not unkindly.

Their tour guide paused before replying and tugged his sleeve out of Jerome’s grasp, “I’m not going any further until you tell me what’s going on.”

The bodyguard scowled.

“No, he’s right, Jerome. Leopold, you should tell him why he’s here,” said Mary.

“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth if you think it’ll make you feel better. Though I’m not convinced it will.”

Leopold sighed and told Albert an edited version of everything that had happened, leaving out some of the more questionable details. As he spoke, the tour guide’s eyes widened in horror, but by the time Leopold had finished the tu

“Fantastic!” He was bouncing up and down. “A real-life tu

Leopold was a little surprised by his response, but glad he no longer needed Jerome to drag Albert along by the scruff of his neck. It certainly made getting around a lot easier. He invited their guide to join him at the head of the group.

“Can you tell where we are?” asked Leopold.

“It’s hard to tell exactly,” replied Albert, “but I’d say we’re about fifty feet or so from Pupin Hall. If they haven’t completely sealed off the basement, we should be pretty close to getting in.”

“How will you know?”

“Oh, that’s easy. The stonework down here is well over a hundred years old; any recent work to close off the tu

“And if they haven’t tried sealing it off?”

“If it’s anything like the others, we’ll see the pipes branch off and disappear into the ceiling once we’re under the building. Pupin has to get its gas and electricity from somewhere.”

Leopold nodded. “Lead the way.”

A few minutes later Albert pointed excitedly as the group rounded a corner, where the tightly knit pipe work forked out into a complex mess of interwoven steel and copper lines. Leopold traced the pipes with his finger and noticed where the larger gas line disappeared into the ceiling.

“We’re here,” he said, turning to the guide. “I suppose there should be some kind of hatch that allows access.”

“Exactly. This part of the tu

Mary and Jerome began sca

“Found something!” the bodyguard’s deep voice boomed through the narrow passageway.

Leopold and Albert rushed back to find him pointing up at the ceiling. The consultant followed Jerome’s finger with his eyes and settled on an area of the ceiling where he could just make out a rusted metal panel, nestled in the damp stonework. The hatch was just large enough for a fully grown adult to squeeze through, and had no handle to keep it closed; instead there was a padlock securing the hatch to its frame. Leopold shot a sideways glance at Jerome.

“Don’t worry, I’ve fit through tighter spaces,” Jerome said, noticing his employer’s quizzical look. “I’ll just have to breathe in a little, that’s all.”

The bodyguard examined the security guard’s keys that Mary had managed to snatch and found one that looked like it would fit the padlock. With a little effort, the stiff lock snapped open and he lowered the hatch door carefully, interlocking his fingers to provide a boost for the others as they climbed through. Jerome followed shortly afterwards, hoisting his heavy frame through the hatchway with a surprising lack of effort. The group stood in the dark basement, each looking around for a light switch.