Satalites are a sign we arent supposed to be here. I feel the drops of water on the iron rod and tighten my fist. Hood up, nows a good time not to slip. But those fears evade me. 

You can tell with the lack of hesitation in which I turned the door knop. There wasnt supposed to be a 33rd floor. Its not my fault, they were asking for it when they said we couldnt ride the glass elavator.

Oh we rode that elavator.  And we didnt stop there. #2. Cameras facing it made me wonder what they had to hide. A red door stenciled with the warning “do not open: burgular alarm”. I challenged that, and with a twist of the wrist was on top of the world.