Previous to the fight, Poji had placed multiple different foods and water bottles inside the elevator. They were stored in such a way that he wouldn’t be discovered by the local security. John had taken down a tub of peanut butter with him despite how there was already fruit and some chestnuts that Burino had found in the city forests.

  “Oh, this is good.”

  With the fruits and cans of water was some honey. He remembered how almost every day; his parents would run to the American air base to make some money changing out silk clothes for bottles of honey. The taste was amazing, but he couldn’t help but feel homesick.

  “So, then I had to do it all again because of some typo. Could you believe that? A typo.”

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  Somebody was going to fix the elevator. But what nobody expected was how short of a time it would be between fixing and breaking.

  “Home base, we need some things broken.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Burino was on the other side of the radio, and he could hear the concern in his voice.

  “Somebody is going to fix the elevator. I need a distraction. Send anybody.”

  Poji, who had been in the infirmary at the building, was finding he had to return. Or more so he had to assist Javier in what would be the return. He disliked how he had to do such a thing, but he knew the importance of the payoff.

  “What’s that?”

  The security guard of the building’s entrance turned to look at what would ultimately be nothing. Javier giggled at how he fell for such a thing and immediately clashed his head against the back of his head. The man fell to the ground and soon, Javier was joined by Poji.

  “Hey there.”