Jennifer ran through the metal detector and stopped when she set the alarm blaring. She tried to explain her haste but one look at the face of the guard stopped her and she dutifully emptied her pockets and placed her keys and bags on the table. She looked at her watch, gauging her travel time, she might make it before the building closed. Her impatience seemed to slow the guard down. She looked at him and simmered. She tapped her watch with two fingers from the other hand and regretted the gesture the second she did it.<br/><br/>He waved over the adjacent guard and led her to a larger area, dumping her purse into a plastic tub, and poking through it with a pencil. She had a story to deliver with a fast approaching deadline. She hoped to meet a witness, a snitch, just before the building was to close. They would talk and the heavy traffic of people leaving would help her melt in, disguising her appearance there. When he was finished examining the contents, he nodded and told her she could go, leaving the contents of her bag strewn out in disarray walking back to his post. She repacked it sloppily and headed across the lobby. She banged the elevator button and entered the shaft. When she reached the 14th floor, Glen from her station met her with the key. "I can't tell you how I...acquired it and I don't want it back." Thanks she said, leaning to give him a kiss on the forehead. "Be careful, and forget I gave you that key." He shook his head at her but she was off.<br/><br/>She hailed a cab and rode, studying the address on the matchbook in her hand. The office building was a short distance in miles but in atmosphere, it could have been another planet. Old wooden crates rotted alongside dumpsters on the side. It was a change from the glitzy office tower the station offices were in. The architecture of this tower looked out of date, she thought of how dated the Jetsons television show looked. The building had once been modern but that was a long time ago and that dated it. She paid the cabdriver and he left. She tried the door and it wouldn't open. If she'd made it thirty minutes sooner, she could have gotten her story lead and been out with most of the foot traffic. She walked along the alley beside the building and tried the doors and the key. When she reached the back of the building, she pulled the door. She slipped the key into and expected nothing, wondering how she would get another cab with so little traffic, and the lock gave way. She pulled the door open and slipped into the darkened corridor.<br/><br/>She walked the length of the building and found a small freight elevator. She was supposed to meet her contact upstairs but with the building secured, she didn't waste her time. She headed to the basement to poke around the storage area.<br/><br/>