Matthew Dunn - Spycatcher

“Now walk slowly toward the northwest corner until I tell you otherwise.”

Will moved while allowing the wall to graze his jacket.

“Stop.”

Will stopped. It was thirty seconds before he heard Julian’s voice again.

“Ready your equipment. When I say go, you’ve got twenty seconds to get inside.”

Will removed the knapsack from his back and took out one of the implements from within the bag. The object weighed exactly twenty pounds and had been made by Julian. Though crude-looking, the two-handed ram would be extremely effective against all but the most sophisticated door locks. Will put his pack back on and held his ram in one hand.

“Make it quick. Three, two, one, go.”

Will ran fast, turned the corner of the building while keeping its wall directly by his side, and kept running as he approached the side door. He barely slowed his pace as he reached the door and swung the ram with both hands against the lock. He then stepped back and forth as he struck the ram against the upper and lower hidden hinges on the other side of the entrance. He swung the ram into the middle of the door and pulled at its handle. The door fell to one side, and Will stepped into the building. He put the ram back in his bag and pulled out a flashlight.

“Good. The alarm will now be sounding in the security office. I’ll let you know when trouble comes, but I’d say you’ve got a maximum of ninety seconds.”

Will followed the route he’d been given earlier by Julian. He ran through a corridor and up two flights of stairs before heading along the top-floor corridor. He counted eight doors on his right before turning left and coming to a halt opposite the door he needed. He crouched down and pulled out a five-piece lock-pick set. Despite being crude, the tools were more than a match for the door’s basic Yale lock, and within five seconds he opened the door and entered the suite of offices rented by the Human Benevolence Foundation.

He walked through two offices and then another and another. They all looked messy and bore no sign of being sanitized to protect secrets. He reached the last office and realized that this was the place he needed to search. It was immaculate. There were two desks and chairs in the room, and aside from pens and other stationery items, each desk was empty. He examined drawers, cupboards, telephone message systems, and wastebaskets, but all contained nothing. He was swearing silently in frustration, but then a thought came to him, and he walked out of the room. He moved back and forth between the four genuine and cluttered HBF offices until he found a filing cabinet. He pulled it open, and as he did so, he heard Julian’s voice.

“The guard’s just left his building. He’s walking, but he’ll still be with you in thirty seconds.”

The cabinet contained labeled drop-down files, and Will scanned his eyes over them all. Most seemed to relate to HBF construction contracts or financial matters, but one did not. Will smiled as he read the title “Fire Roster” on the file’s label. He looked inside and saw one sheet of paper. He pulled it out and shone his flashlight over the contents. It listed the names of eleven people as well as other information about them. He withdrew a digital camera and photographed the paper.

“Come on. Time’s up.”

Will replaced the paper in the file, shut the cabinet, and walked through the office suite to the exit. He closed the door behind him and knelt in the corridor with his lock-pick set.

“Guard’s by the building. He’s seen the broken door. He’s speaking on his radio. He’s entering your building.”

Will maneuvered three of the pick levers until the door to the HBF suite was locked again. He pulled out his ram and walked along the corridor. The fourth door to his left bore a plaque stating that it belonged to a company called Adriatic Travels. Will smashed his ram against the door, stepped into the office, and grabbed two desktop telephones, which he placed in his pack. Then he moved out into the corridor and struck another random door belonging to a different company. He stepped into the room, stole a laptop computer, and stepped back out into the corridor. He walked quickly to the top of the stairs and looked down. He saw a flashlight beam and heard radio chatter. The light became stronger, and Will knew that the guard was moving up the stairs. He turned off his own flashlight just as Julian spoke.

“Two private security vehicles pull up outside your location. Three men exit. They walk to your building. They enter.”

Will turned and silently jogged back down the corridor. He wanted to avoid any contact with the guards, because to engage with them would produce adverse effects. An act of burglary, he had reasoned to himself before this evening’s venture, would probably be kept quiet by the building’s landlord from all but the victims, for fear of scaring off other tenants. But an assault on security guards would bring an intrusive police investigation that would inevitably come to the attention of all office tenants, including the HBF men and the two Qods Force officers who were hidden within their ranks. In turn those two men could very easily become suspicious of the event and disappear from the premises for good.

Will reached the end of the corridor and looked into the rear stairway. It was still dark, and he moved carefully down its steps until he was positioned on the first floor. He moved along the corridor until he reached a corner. A cone of light immediately hit the floor close to him, and he knew that it came from a guard who was now traveling along the corridor to his position. If the man turned the corner, Will would be seen and would therefore have to assault the guard. He turned to face the direction he’d just come from but then saw more light emerging from the previously dark stairwell. One of the guards was coming up from the ground floor, and if he stopped to examine the first floor, Will would be trapped between two guards.

He heard more radio chatter, and the flashlights stopped still. Will knew that the guard around the corner must have turned away, since his light was disappearing. The light from the man in the stairwell then increased and just as quickly decreased, and it was clear that he was now moving up the stairs and away from Will toward the top floor. It was also obvious to Will that both guards had been summoned by a third guard who had now discovered his forced entry into the two companies above him. Will ran to the rear stairwell, glanced down, and moved slowly to the ground floor. The place before him was in semidarkness, and he walked swiftly along its corridor before coming to an area where he could either turn left toward the broken side entrance that he’d used to enter the building or continue onward to the building’s sealed main entrance. He waited and then saw more beams coming from the side entrance’s corridor. It meant that the fourth security guard was standing in position at this portal and was blocking Will’s exit. The position of the flashlight meant that the man was facing forward and would see Will as soon he continued ahead toward the main front door. He thought fast. Julian must have been anticipating Will’s predicament, because his words echoed Will’s decision.

“Put your hood on. Keep your head low. Don’t stop for anything.”

Will covered his face as much as he could with his Gore-Tex winter jacket and pulled out his ram one last time. He looked at the main door. It was twenty meters ahead of him. He breathed in deeply and began to sprint, knowing that he had instantly exposed himself to the guard in the corridor to his left. He heard more radio noises and then shouting, but he ignored the sounds as he raced to the door, swung his ram at its thick glass panels, and smashed his way through the exit. His coat protected his head and upper body, but shards of glass lacerated his legs. He resumed sprinting as soon as he was clear of the door and the building. He ran in a northeasterly direction with no care for avoiding cameras and after four hundred meters he reached the business area’s perimeter. He momentarily slowed to look behind him before moving into streets and alleys and more streets. Only then did he ease up into a walk. He looked down at his legs and saw glass splinters the size of knives protruding from his thighs and calf muscles. When he stopped to pull out some of the splinters, his legs nearly buckled beneath him.