This story introduces Chuck, an…associate of Ethan who you may remember from previous stories. He’s going to be a re-occurring character if I can get some writing/editing done on his story. This is just a snapshot.
Ethan did not look like a janitor. That is what Chuck was thinking as they rode the elevator up to the top floor of the office building. Ethan was dressed like a janitor, but he stood too straight and looked too confident. Chuck was dressed in the same grey uniform, and felt as if anyone they passed would know immediately that he was a fake when he couldn’t manage to roll the mop bucket down the hall without sloshing water everywhere.
They didn’t talk on the way up or as they walked through the halls. Chuck’s shoes squeaked on the floors. Ethan, who appeared to have the same shoes, walked silently. They passed one office worker and Chuck felt like panicking, but Ethan just nodded to him and continued on. Ethan stepped into a conference room, closed the door, and turned off the light. When he opened the dented handyman’s toolbox he’d been carrying, a large gun loomed on the top. Ethan took it out and set it on the table. Under it was a large camera, a pair of binoculars and a few other things Chuck couldn’t distinguish in the dark. Continue reading