Who: Felix (Narrative) Where: Utility Room When: Pre-dawn
It really was too early for this shit, or anything really, but Felix had been awake for nearly an hour before he pulled himself out of bed and dressed. If he was going to be up, he might as well be productive. He dressed in dark clothing and took only the flashlight and the knife he'd taken that first day, moving quietly and purposefully out into the hallway and across to the craft room doorway. He made a beeline for his target, using only the light from the hall to illuminate his way, then slid back out again with barely a creek.
His journey down the stairs was swift and silent, pausing at every stoop to listen and peer over railings and around corners just to make sure he was really alone. Silence. He went out the front door and around toward the utility room, only turning on the flashlight when the door was closed behind him, aiming the beam at the ground. He plugged the glue gun in first, letting it warm up as he inspected the three bikes in front of him. One after another, he carefully sliced the brake lines as close to their bases as possible, and when the glue gun was ready, he fastened them enough back into place that the difference wouldn't be noticeable unless specifically inspected. He tested each bike to make sure the lines were effectively congested and misaligned, each and every one completely useless.
Stifling a yawn, he unplugged the glue gun and took all of his supplies back with him as he snaked through the door and back in through the front, slinking his way back to the craft room to replace the supplies, and back into his room. Maybe he could get a few more hours in before the shit hit the fan.