At first leaning on Leon's shoulder, Milo regained composure by the time they reached the automatic cafeteria door. "We've gotta find James," Milo said.
"Who's he?" asked Leon.
"The only other trained official here."
The two walked into the hallway lit in the same blue glow. Milo rushed to the nearby door to the courtyard. At the keypad he entered a dozen numbers, resulting in an air locking sound. "At least one door's secure," he said, turning back to Leon, who stood a few feet from him, the first aid kit in one hand and the gun in the other.
"There's no way we can lock all the doors to the outside," Leon protested, following Milo who gave no moment to rest. Milo walked quickly, wincing as his left arm attempted to sway in the usual motion. "And that guy's still inside."
They reached Milo's room and both entered. Milo shut the door behind them and secured the padlock. He ignored Leon's protests. "How well do you know the layout of the building?"
"Very," Leon replied. "Every man has to know his way around without a map."
"Good," Milo said as he shuffled through drawers of a filing cabinet. As a reflex, he used his left arm, stopping each time as the pain came back. Finally finding what he was searching for, Milo turned back. With one motion he wiped his desk clear, knocking various items and documents to the floor, and laid out detailed floor plans. He looked at Leon's face which was studying the schematics. "Your knowledge will help, but the path you have to take, they did not teach you."
Leon looked up at Milo. "These seem to follow the floor plans, but they're different."
"They're air ducts, created for two purposes: to promote ventilation and provide an easy-access security route. It was designed to lead to every major room and exit and include its own lighting system. You've got thirty seconds to memorize it."
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