Two of three parts done. The last required getting out with a good chance that someone was coming to check after a key card had been used so late at night and the monitors probably were showing nothing. The job wasn't over until they were clear of the place.
He waited behind her as she took to the hallway first, shifting his grip on the handle of the case. Didn't look like anything yet.
It wasn't until the second turn that he heard the static from a radio somewhere in the maze of intersecting hallways. "Maybe we'll miss 'em," Eliot whispered. The chances were fifty fifty. If they did happen to get into a scuffle, well, that was what he did.