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their own security arrangements but nothing that affected her using them at this height. As she was now
over two hundred stories up it made little difference, none of them considered this a possible entry point.
It would need a helicopter that would be rather conspicuous and noisy.
A couple of the buildings further back as heli-pads available for their executive use but were also
deserted this time of night. Most of the buildings were lit up but that didn't bother the Fey as she didn't
stray near their windows. What bothered her was that her target building had armed security guards on
the roof. The same number of men but probably a different shift than late-morning. They were making it
an obvious target that there was something precious to protect, assuming anyone else could watch from a
similar vantage point to herself.
Cautiously she looked around but she was a lone watcher. It was unlikely that any of member of her Clan
had been hired to get into this building without her hearing about it. Whoever had ordered security was
looking for someone like herself. Did they really know what to expect? Was it a token gesture? Was
someone aware of the Oberon Clan's potential? In the end, the Fey shrugged her shoulders. It didn't
matter to her. Her Clan were above such matters.
With a running leap, the Fey launched herself off the roof. Baseline humans tended to think only in terms
of what they were capable of doing. They had their Guinness Book of Records smugly pleased indicating
the limits they had achieved. The Oberon Clan took everything in its stride. Their limits had yet to be
learnt.
In mid-air, Kat used the fall of gravity and spun in a series of somersaults. A Baseline would have thought
it easier to aim for the opposite roof. Her real objective was only to reach the wall itself. Then again, a
Baseline would probably have fallen straight down to ensure a strawberry stain on the tarmac far below.
In a controlled fall that only lost her seventy-five stories, the Fey caught hold of the building's wall. Her
feline tensile-strength then made short work of the climb back up to the roof.
The extended masonry blocks were there to prevent people, like the guards, taking their own nose-dives
to the tarmac, let alone prevent anyone crazy enough to get out of one of the upper floors onto the roof.
It was also used as a support for the window-cleaning gang. Effortlessly, the Fey worked her way
around the building ledges to the cables and used them to get eye-level to the roof. Had the guards
looked in her direction, all they'd have seen were a pair of golden eye reflections watching them. There
was no distracting lights up here lest it blinded them to night. Their guns were no joke. Sub-machines
primed for action. It was a well-armed gesture.
If this were some macho Baseline film, she'd come over the top and attack. Dodge the bullets and kill the
guards before getting inside. Kat always thought this was a rather comical way to behave. All that noise
would attract even more attention and it was a wonder that the actors got out alive. Then again, they
depended on the script-writers to ensure the opposition acted with enough stupidity to die against such
onslaught. In extreme circumstances, the Fey was sure that she could walk away from any such action on
the roof alive but it would not achieve her objective of getting into that safe with the minimum of fuss.
With gymnastic ease, she swung herself up over the cable and rolled quietly into the window-cleaners
trolley, grabbing one of its chains to reduce it rocking. The few hours of watching had made sure that the
guards had got use to the trolley making some noise to practically ignore any activity it would normally
make in the breezes so high. The chilly air would keep them alert at this time of night but they were also
likely to be bored. Using every shadow, the Fey worked her way past each guard to the elevator
assemble room. Their attention was focused looking out into the night not what was happening behind
their backs.
The elevator maintenance door was locked but the Fey had no intention of using the service stairs. It was
important that she used the lift system to get into the ventilation system. She extracted a sprung steel wire
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