But the voices and footsteps went past without anyone pounding on his door or trying to open it. The noise faded away, and he realized to his limp relief that it had been nothing but the one o'clock shift change. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he got back to work.
A minute later the grill was off. Pulling his homemade smoke bomb from a side pocket, he set it carefully into the air conduit and started the fuse. In exactly twenty minutes, if he'd done the job right, the bomb would go off. When it did, the air flow would blow the smoke straight into the monitor room.
It took him seventeen of those twenty minutes to get back to the corridor outside the purser's office. Again, it took him a few tries before he could get into the service hallway without being seen.
Exactly nineteen minutes after setting the bomb, he was in position.
For that last minute he stood in the hallway, counting down the seconds in his mind and staring at the curved mark Draycos had made on the wall. For him, the waiting had always been the hardest part of any job. That was when all the doubts came swirling in: doubts about whether he'd covered all the details, whether someone was off their usual schedule, whether there was some vital bit of information he didn't know or had forgotten.
Sometimes, there had been doubts of a more serious sort.
Questions about whether he should even be doing this sort of work.
Uncle Virgil had done his best to make sure that last set of doubts didn't raise their heads very often. When they did, he'd done his best to brush them aside. That was probably why it hadn't been until after his death that Jack had been able to even start thinking about quitting the business.
Yet here he was, at it again. Only this time it was a K'da warrior who was doing his best to convince him he was doing the right thing.
One of these days, Jack promised himself, he would have to start thinking these things out for himself.
Twenty minutes. Jack listened hard, but even a loud fire alarm from the monitor room would be impossible to hear this far away. Still, if commercial fire procedures hadn't changed in the past couple of years, everyone should be scrambling out of the monitor room right now as the place filled with smoke. The firefighters would then go in, extinguishers at the ready, hunting for the source of the fire.
It wouldn't take them long to find the smoke bomb. Even if they didn't, the bomb would quickly run out of smoke on its own.
But for those crucial few minutes, no one should be watching the camera monitors. Which meant no one would notice if a few of those cameras suddenly blanked out.
Of course, commercial fire procedures could have changed in the past couple of years. If they had, he would find that out very soon.
He gave the people in the monitor room another minute to clear out completely. Then, pulling out a steak knife he'd borrowed from the dining room, he set the point against the mark Draycos had made on the wall. Hoping fervently that the dragon had made it exactly over the junction box, he shoved the blade into the wall with all his strength.
There was no flash of fire or crackle of electrical sparks. Nothing at all, in fact, to tell him whether or not the cameras had been knocked out of action.
If they hadn't been shut down, he would find that out very soon, too.
Twenty seconds' work with his multitool and he had the door to the purser's office open. Slipping inside, he closed the door behind him and turned on the lights.
No one was waiting for him inside. Jumping onto and over the counter, he went straight to the vault. With the end of his multitool, he pounded on the door with the thud-thud, thud-thud signal they'd agreed on.
For a dozen seconds nothing happened. A dozen horrible thoughts ran through Jack's mind in that time. Had Draycos not heard him? Had he panicked in the enclosed space? Was he lying whimpering in a corner, unable to move? Had the release lever malfunctioned, trapping him inside? Had he already suffocated?
There was a click from the lock, and to his relief the door started to slowly swing outward.
He grabbed the handle and pulled. The thing was heavier than he'd realized. But they got it open, and Draycos bounded out. 'The exit mechanism is indeed as you said,' he commented. The dragon was as calm as if he'd just been for a walk in the park, instead of being locked in a large metal coffin for over an hour. 'A useful yet puzzling design.'
'It's a safety feature, in case someone gets accidentally locked inside,' Jack said, brushing past him into the vault. Setting himself in front of Box 125, he set hurriedly to work. 'Like Uncle Virgil once told me, all the best tricks are already done before the magician snaps his fingers.'
'You seem hurried,' Draycos said. 'Is there trouble?'
'There's always trouble,' Jack told him. 'In this case, even if I knocked out the cameras, there's probably a signal that goes off when the vault door is opened.'
'Why did you not disarm it?'
'I couldn't,' Jack told him. 'It would be a separate self-contained system. But if I'm fast enough—ah.'
The box popped open. 'Get ready to help me close the vault door,' Jack told Draycos, pulling out the cylinder and replacing it with the one from his inner coat pocket. Putting the real cylinder into his pocket, he closed the box and locked it. 'Okay, let's go,' he said, stepping out of the vault.
Together, they shoved the door closed. Half a minute later they were outside the purser's office, Draycos riding Jack's back, heading down the corridor toward the lounge where they'd done their planning that afternoon. 'Should you not have locked the outer door?' Draycos asked from his headrest on Jack's right shoulder.
'No point,' Jack told him as he stripped off his plastic gloves and tucked them away in a side pocket. Was that the sound of running footsteps he could hear coming down the corridor behind him? No, it was just his imagination. 'They already know someone's been in there. Come on, this sort of work always makes me thirsty.'
He was sitting in the bar ordering a fizzy-soda when the first group of security men went pounding past.
