Chapter - 301
Johnson's voice crackled in their ears. "Elevators are on the far wall. I've locked out the other cars. You want the express lift on the right. I'm bringing it down now."
Ding.
The elevator doors slid open. It was empty. Mirrored walls, gold railing, terrible muzak playing a soft jazz cover of "Girl from Ipanema."
Rick and Sharon stepped in. Rick hit the button for the 90th floor. The doors slid shut, sealing out the carnage of the lobby.
The elevator began to rise smoothly.
"So," Rick said, checking his reflection in the mirror and wiping a speck of blood from his cheek. "Nice music."
"Rick," Sharon said, reloading her magazine. "There are ninety floors. Warner knows we're here. Johnson said he'd consolidate his forces, but he didn't say where. This elevator is a kill box."
"Johnson's hacking the system," Rick said confidently. "We're going straight to the top."
The elevator hummed past the 20th floor. The 30th. The 40th.
Then, it slowed.
