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UGLIES 377
Tally lifted her head and whistled, then huddled in one
corner of the shaft, hands covering her head, counting.
Five seconds later, a pair of feet dangled next to her,
then jerked back up, the beam of David’s flashlight swinging
around drunkenly. Gradually, he settled beside her.
“Wow. It’s dark down here.”
“Shhh,” she hissed.
He nodded, sweeping the flashlight around the shaft.
Just above them, it fell on the inside of closed doors. Of
course. Standing on the elevator’s roof, they were midway
between floors.
Tally interlaced her fingers, locking her hands together
to give David a boost up to where he could wedge the
powerjack between the doors. They crumpled open with a
metal screech that set her hair on end. He pulled himself
through, then extended his hand back down to her. Tally
grabbed it and pulled, her grippy shoes squeaking on the
walls of the elevator shaft like a herd of panicked mice.
Everything was making too much noise.
The hallway was dark. Tally tried to convince herself
that no one had heard them yet. Maybe this whole floor was
empty at night.
She pulled out her own flashlight, pointing it at the
doors as they walked down the hall. Small brown labels
marked each of them.
“Radiology. Neurology. Magnetic Imaging,” she read
softly. “Operating Theater Two.”