“I’ve compromised their security system,” Nightstick said, quietly. “The feeds won’t show us in there, and Carter will be tied up in red tape for at least seventeen minutes. The door’s locked and I’ve set a secondary lock-seal on this side to reinforce it. This is our window.”
“Gotcha.” Paragon took a deep breath. “I’ll take bad cop,” he said, after a moment.
Nightstick turned to look at Paragon.
“What? You said it yourself. We’re low on time.”
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