The uniform stopped between the open double doors and in a loud voice asked, "Are there any terrorists in here?"
"No sir," came the reply from one of them, at the table in the center of the room where they were scanning blueprints. "You want the other wing, down the main stairs, back up the other side and from there I believe you can pick any room. We're the ex-cons on this side."
"Got!Damnit." His voice trailed out of earshot, along with his carpet muted footsteps and the smell of starch and shaving cream. "Sonofabitch, I told them to put up signs. This is the last fucking time I let..."
"No sir," came the reply from one of them, at the table in the center of the room where they were scanning blueprints. "You want the other wing, down the main stairs, back up the other side and from there I believe you can pick any room. We're the ex-cons on this side."
"Got!Damnit." His voice trailed out of earshot, along with his carpet muted footsteps and the smell of starch and shaving cream. "Sonofabitch, I told them to put up signs. This is the last fucking time I let..."
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