He followed after Mirta. Since she knew where she was going, he kept the look out, listening for any approaching footsteps as well as the doors they passed in case they needed to duck back. He glanced up at the camera they passed.
There was going to be one very sorry man tomorrow. But as Eliot had swiped the pass off of him while he was harrassing some poor intern, he didn't feel anything about it. "Once we get in there, we've gotta move quick. They're going to be wondering why someone's going in there this late at night," he whispered as they followed the twisting path.
Once the door was reached, he brought out the ID again. "After you."