Michael gently set the chilled Perrier in front of Beta and bowed slightly. "Please wait a moment. I'll go get the documents."
He then closed the frosted glass door to the meeting room behind him. The lock clicked.
Beta watched Michael leave the meeting room, then swept his gaze around the interior, his mind racing through the possibilities. The security company's layout across the top three floors had clearly been carefully designed. The floor he was on served only as a buffer zone for client reception and employee breaks. The real core defenses had to be on the two floors above.
He gazed at the darkening sky outside the window.
As one of the industry's top security companies, its headquarters defenses were bound to be impenetrable. This was a domain of professionals, not somewhere an ordinary intruder could get into. Breaking through such formidable defenses to reach the rooftop would be like dancing on the edge of a blade. The risk was too high, and it wasn't the right approach.
But there was another option: carry out his contract in this area on the first floor, where security was relatively lax. He paced over to the floor-to-ceiling window. From this excellent vantage point, the outline of the runways at Charles de Gaulle Airport was clearly visible four kilometers away. If he looked closely, he could even make out the runway lights.
Beta examined the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.
It was ordinary double-pane tempered glass, installed using the usual inset mounting method. All he had to do was cut through the sealant around the edges with professional tools, then use powerful suction cups to remove the entire pane intact.
Beta took out his phone and opened the compass to confirm his current orientation. Then he pulled up the airport