I peek my head out the window. There is a narrow ledge on the outside that someone could easily step out on if they were crazy enough. I radio Dave and call him to the room. I slip through the window and stand on the ledge. Seems stable enough. Dave steps in.
"Are you crazy?!" He asks, visibly shaken to see me on the ledge.
"This is how our Cordy got up to the roof," I say evenly. I look up. The top of the building is about twelve feet above me. "We have to get up there."
"Let's wait till we can get someone up here to open up the door," Dave says, paler than I thought a man could be. I shake my head in disgust. I don't know, maybe it's bravado or something, but I really want to take care of this quickly, and the quickest way is on this ledge. I'm used to heights. I look to my left.
"There's an emergency staircase about twenty feet over. We just get on it and climb to the top and we take care of this now. Or we can just sit around and wait an hour for someone to come unlock that door. I don't know about you, but my shift's been over. Let's get this done and get out of here." He still looks pale, but he nods his head slowly and steps out with me.
The wind works in our favor, pressing us closer to the wall as we slide towards the stairs. I reach them and climb over the metal side. It's only a small flight of stairs and then we take care of this Cordy. Dave ungraciously tumbles over the bar and onto the stairs. I worry the kid's in the wrong line of work. Still, sometimes they need the opportunity to shine.
"Dave, you lead. There's nothing to worry about, generally a Cordy's not armed. He may try to physically attack you, but you've been trained for that." I slip to the side and let him up the stairs first.
He moves up hesitantly, unsure of himself. It reminds me a little of when I was new to this. So long ago. I wait for a moment before following him onto the roof. I hear his feet touch onto the concrete. The only other sound is the wind.
I follow him up a minute later. He's standing in the middle of the roof, gun down.
"Well?"
"There's no one here, Mike." He says it monotone, as if his mind is elsewhere. I begin to walk around the edge, checking the same ledge we walked on. I keep one eye on Dave.
"You know that's impossible, right, Dave?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"I don't know about that. I've heard stories. Sometimes the fungus plays tricks on you. Sometimes you see things that aren't there."
"Are you crazy?!" He asks, visibly shaken to see me on the ledge.
"This is how our Cordy got up to the roof," I say evenly. I look up. The top of the building is about twelve feet above me. "We have to get up there."
"Let's wait till we can get someone up here to open up the door," Dave says, paler than I thought a man could be. I shake my head in disgust. I don't know, maybe it's bravado or something, but I really want to take care of this quickly, and the quickest way is on this ledge. I'm used to heights. I look to my left.
"There's an emergency staircase about twenty feet over. We just get on it and climb to the top and we take care of this now. Or we can just sit around and wait an hour for someone to come unlock that door. I don't know about you, but my shift's been over. Let's get this done and get out of here." He still looks pale, but he nods his head slowly and steps out with me.
The wind works in our favor, pressing us closer to the wall as we slide towards the stairs. I reach them and climb over the metal side. It's only a small flight of stairs and then we take care of this Cordy. Dave ungraciously tumbles over the bar and onto the stairs. I worry the kid's in the wrong line of work. Still, sometimes they need the opportunity to shine.
"Dave, you lead. There's nothing to worry about, generally a Cordy's not armed. He may try to physically attack you, but you've been trained for that." I slip to the side and let him up the stairs first.
He moves up hesitantly, unsure of himself. It reminds me a little of when I was new to this. So long ago. I wait for a moment before following him onto the roof. I hear his feet touch onto the concrete. The only other sound is the wind.
I follow him up a minute later. He's standing in the middle of the roof, gun down.
"Well?"
"There's no one here, Mike." He says it monotone, as if his mind is elsewhere. I begin to walk around the edge, checking the same ledge we walked on. I keep one eye on Dave.
"You know that's impossible, right, Dave?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"I don't know about that. I've heard stories. Sometimes the fungus plays tricks on you. Sometimes you see things that aren't there."
