There was one inhabitant of the long room. He was settled in an armchair at the base of the corridor. Facing the door. Difficult. You would have to get to the man another way. But how? And then you notice the carefully laid brown sideboard laced with floral designs that could possibly be several hundred years old, that with just enough persuasion, would come cleanly off the wall, surely revealing something that was worth hiding.
You would then give it a go. Slowly edging the old wood along what seems to be a pre-cut track, the siding would roll away from a now-apparent opening. The opening gave way to a dark passage, the entrance covered in spider webs from years of neglect. You would carefully inch your way along the pitch-dark passageway, with absolutely no idea where you were going. But then you would see a dutifully lit panel in one of the walls further down the passage. Creeping carefully, but faster now, you would make your way over the hard metal floor of the passage, which could once have been a vent of some kind. If there was lighting, you would have seen the orb-shaped security camera directly above your now fully camouflaged body. It would pulsate with odd lights and beep occasionally, but so quietly you wouldn’t hear it unless you were listening. You weren’t and you had other things on your mind.
Then it flashed. You flatten yourself against the wall, relying on your stealth, and heavy black overcoat for protection against being seen. In your newly acquired vantage point, you rest for several minutes. Now that you think about it, you don’t even know who this man is, what he wants, and - most important of all - whether he was the man you were sent here for. Now you think about it, you know nothing of this man. The thoughts are quickly shoved aside, like overdue bills, and you continue. Sounds from the outside world start to filter through the walls.
You must be close to the exterior of the large building. The wind is howling, as if it has some sort of grudge against the rest of the world, with the rain angrily countering this assault, beating hard against the roof. It could be hailing. But you can’t tell. You slowly extract a long pipe from your robe. On close inspection, this pipe is thin, and hollowed in the middle. Perhaps most notably, it has spikes on all sides. Positioning yourself carefully, you use this pole to seamlessly remove the camera from the roof, and smash it against the wall. But you didn’t take into account the thickness of the walls. The wall on the left hand side of the passage implodes, and you are now exposed to the wrath of the elements. The rain hits hard, soaking you in seconds. It’s cold too, you notice, in the corner of your mind. But you keep moving.
Having achieved the task at hand, you work your way toward the lit panel. It is soaked from the rain, and freezing to the touch. You can faintly smell burning wire. You have to move quickly along the passage. Then you see the door that the panel clearly opened. You march through.
And then the wire that was burning steals your thunder. You lunge towards the man – exactly the one you wanted, coincidentally, and the whole building is lifted up, and caught in a massive explosion.
You don’t survive.