527 The Flood, Ch. 39
Chapter Thirty-nine
The building creeped me out. Each creak of the disintegrating metal frame made me duck for cover, hypervigilent. Each wave echoing through the empty structure was the sound of my impending doom.
But I tied off the dinghy to a standpipe by the stairwell, and began to climb.
Someone has been here before me. It didn't look like this building was being actively used as a pirate base, but the open doors and artifacts strewn about told me I was not the first one here.
Hopefully, I was the only one here now.
Just like a miniature version of my GD, the top performers floor was just below the C-suites. Golly Delight wasn't terribly original, and for that I was thankful as I started to hunt for the switching room that tied everything together.
"No fucking way," I said out loud, and involuntarily laughed when I saw they were using our T-suits in the performers offices. I was trying to be quiet, but we had sued them and lost over just this topic. Somehow they had managed to hide them all when we got a search warrant. But here they were, logos covered over and ready for the next session of their shitty-
"Hello?"
Maybe it was an echo, but I'm pretty sure I heard another laugh somewhere in the building.
Being as quiet as possible, I moved a few doors down, then paused to listen.
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