The chill of cold concrete seeped through the skin on my thin fingers as I crept further, hugging the wall. My feet barely touched the smooth grey floor, not making a single sound with each step. Anticipation writhed inside my stomach, slowly slinking upward, searching the danger that awaited me. When I reached the heavy door of the conference room previously found on the buildings floor plan, I ran my hands along the seam. Nothing. The door was bolted much to tight to slip my bug into the crevice. I decided to search the side walls of the small indented space. As my fingers touched the concrete I felt a rough hand grasp my upper left arm and twist it behind my back. Another hand wrapped around my cloth covered mouth. Something hit hard just above my calves and I was painfully forced to my knees.
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