Simon hid in an alleyway about a block away from Heaven. Normally, he wouldn’t be doing so, but he had to figure out a way to sneak in and get to Alina.
It was already quite awkward for him; he knew there were caras nearby. Simon had the locations of the caras and what they tracked burning in his brain. The obstacle at hand was that if Alina was not prepared for him, his plans would be useless.
(The question is, how am I supposed to notify her?)
Simon acknowledged the fact that his phone was bugged now; there was no doubt of it. He had been at the bureau for several months, and he knew the precautions they took for security, especially for recruits — if Simon could even be considered one at this point.
After careful consideration, the easiest thod overall would be to use the old signals in the city for healing. If Simon were asked about why he used these, he could say he ran into a Bedeviled coming back.
The only problem was that these signals were hard to notice in the infirmary. With the new technology built over them, he could only hope she saw them. If not, he would have to take a different approach.
With this, Simon walked further south, avoiding caras along the way. There were so he occasionally couldn’t skip, forcing him to change his direction.
In the end, it took him five minutes to get to a signal. The signal was a white cloth tied to a rusty drainpipe. Although it didn’t seem like much, it would trigger a sudden signal in the infirmary.
When pulled, it would control a street lamp that was visible from the infirmary window. The street lamp was on the opposite side of the alley where he currently resided.
Additionally, it would trigger a signal near the entrance of the infirmary, but he could not rely on this.
(If this doesn’t work, I might be screwed.)
With this, he tugged on the drainpipe and prayed for the best. The light gave off a faint sound as its color changed to li green, only noticeable by a Signator.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Simon hadn’t thought the cloth would be this difficult to pull. Apparently, the rust had made it almost stationary unless he was using his full strength.
Beep.
(Damn it!)
Beep. Beeeep. Beep. Beep.
(Okay. One more.)
Beep. Beeeep. Beeeep. Beep.
Simon had no choice but to wait now. His wounds were worsening by the minute, and in a couple of minutes, he had received no response.
So, he tried again. After another three minutes of patiently waiting, no response was given to him.
(Sigh. I guess I’m going to have to do this the hard way.)
Simon maneuvered back to where he was originally, which wasn’t that far from the lesser staff area of Heaven. Janitors, along with other mbers such as CCTV operators and security, would co here for breaks.
This area was only used for smoking, which Simon had taken note of since his days as a child here. He knew eventually, soone would co; he just had to wait for his chance.
In the anti, Simon took off his trench coat, grabbing his dagger to separate the inner and outer lining. After this was done, he grabbed the inner lining and took off his shirt.
Only then did he start to wrap it tightly around his torso, hissing at the makeshift bandage. He swiftly put his shirt back on and lay down on his back near the wall.
Simon looked up at the sky, contemplating his plan. If whoever ca out was a janitor, that was the best-case scenario. They wouldn’t put up much of a fight as security would, and CCTV operators knew the caras and surrounding structures in and out.
Simon intentionally slowed his breathing down. If soone happened to take a glance at him, it seed as if he were a holess man sleeping. His lungs pushed against his ribs with every breath, making this quite difficult to do.
Hours had passed by painfully slow. Simon knew at this ti of night, more employees were starting their breaks. However, he could only think about what to tell Naomi he was doing.
(Maybe I’ll tell her I stayed at a friend’s. Maybe Leo’s?)
At this point in ti, the door from Heaven suddenly swung open. The employee walked around seventy steps from the building. This was the perfect distance for him to both hear Simon and not be near any caras.
Simon tightened his gloves before hitting his own wound.
"Nghh!"
Upon hearing this, the employee redirected his attention toward the direction of the grunt.
"Is sobody there?"
"Yes! I’m a Cognitive Officer! I’m heavily injured and need dical assistance!"
(Is that a bit too formal? Doesn’t matter.)
Within a few seconds, Simon heard the janitor rushing towards him. It didn’t take long before the man’s head popped into Simon’s vision. Upon seeing Simon, the man helped him to his feet.
Simon inspected the janitor’s uniform carefully. He noticed a few keys, a radio, and an ID card. The ID card was by far the most important of these items.
Without this, Simon had no way of entering the building in the first place.
(I would steal it, but he’s seen my face now.)
Simon exaggerated his cries of pain, leaning onto the man and walking with a limp. After about ten steps, Simon stopped. He knew they would be out of the blind spot soon.
"Ah! Stop, stop, stop."
The man quickly complied, putting Simon against the wall. Simon grabbed the man by his shoulders, panting as he did so.
"Sir, what’s wrong?"
"It’s... It’s my—"
Simon quickly stopped his sentence, his expression of pain turning blank.
His hands sprang up to the man’s head with lightning speed, snapping it as if it were a twig.
Snap!
He caught the body before it could fall, gently letting it hit the ground.
After this, he quickly stripped the man down to his underwear and socks.
With the uniform obtained, he would now be able to walk into the building. However, Simon did not do so yet.
He knew better than to leave traces, so he first checked the man’s pulse.
"Tch."
Although faint, it was still there.
...He just had to make Simon get his hands dirty.
Simon dragged the body further down the alley and grabbed the blackened silver dagger. He drove the blade deep into the man’s stomach ten tis before wiping the blade clean.
In just a few monts, he had made it look like a burglary.
Only after this did he put on the uniform, inspecting the rank of the ID card. He had expected it to be at least tier two, aning he would be able to access the service elevator.
Instead, what he was t with was a rank one ID card, aning he would have to take a side door and stairs.
"Useless."
He said before grabbing his coat — he would need an excuse if soone asked.
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