Nevertheless, lying in the dark regulating her breathing for hours had brought her to the brink of exhaustion. Sebastian had told her that the night shift consisted of low-level security guards, but Morgan had still wanted to wait until after 2am when the guards in the atrium would be sleepy and relaxed. Stretching her muscles, Morgan eased the tile away and dropped down into the bathroom stall, pulling it back over to cover where she had been hiding. She switched on her pen torch, then pulled out a tiny microphone and put it in her ear. She tapped it twice. “Morning, Morgan.” Martin’s voice yawned in her ear. She tapped it twice again for she would only speak if really necessary. Martin was tracking her on the GPS through the building and he also had heat sensors of the guards, so he could warn her of anyone approaching. He had hacked into the security systems, looping them so that she could move undetected through the building. They had decided to keep the incursion a secret from Director Marietti, mainly because they weren’t sure the Ark was really here, and given the time pressures, it was easier to seek forgiveness later than to ask for permission.
