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[notboundnow]

The first shift guard would have felt better about the two men standing in front of his desk if they hadn't had such a palpable air of vague disrepute. Maybe it was the faint odor of pot clinging to their work jackets

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[2020sight]

The other one's looking a little awkward, fidgety.

"So?" he prompts, and then adds, hasty and contrite, "Hate to rush you, sir, but, well, Ms. Elks said she wanted this done yesterday."

[notboundnow]

He blinks. "What, Danielle sent you boys?"

"We came straight over from the office," the skinny one supplies. "Great decorations they've got up for the holidays."

The guard leans back in his seat a hair. "You mind showing me some ID?"

[2020sight]

A sigh, and a glance at his compatriot, as the other one pats down his pockets and produces a badge.

It certainly says ABC at the top, and that's certainly him in the picture.

[notboundnow]

The credentials looks pristine, if you ask him. Especially pinned against those uniforms, and what in God's name are they letting people do with their hair these days?

"Second elevator," he finds himself saying. "Take it to the B-Level. Vault should be at the end of the first hall. You'll have the combination already, then?"

"Oh yeah, 'course. Thanks very much!" The two guys stroll past, and he watches after them, just to be certain.

It's possible the skinny one flutters his fingers surreptitiously, and that he mutters to his friend, "These are not the droids you are looking for."