There wasn't much that was strange about Andrew working a late shift. He did it often enough when there were extensive projects that the maintenance crew needed to make sure were done. Once or twice he'd even spent the night so that he could get to work before his boss came in the next morning. He didn't particularly like to do that, considering that he was usually pretty rank by the time the next morning came around. Sometimes he could sneak into the athletics department and use the showers if absolutely necessary.
It was one of the nice things about working at a university: just about everything you needed in order to live was available there. Still, it wasn't his preferred method of living.
Thankfully, tonight was not so much about physical strain but instead a time deadline. He'd promised Elle that he would try to sneak into the offices to see if there were any records on Michael regarding his disappearance. He might have exaggerated a bit about his proficiency in such things, but really at this time of night it couldn't be too hard, particularly when he had keys to just about every room in the entire complex. Sometimes it made him wonder if they thought humans were too stupid to do anything sneaky, or if they really just trusted him that much. If the latter, he felt slightly bad, but if the former, than he wasn't too worried about what he was about to do. He new at least the former was how his boss felt anyhow...
It was 1 in the morning now, and only adult classes were ongoing. The office had a skeleton crew if anything, and was usually located in a different wing since the university was still busier during the day than at night. The computers in the main office would be unguarded then. He made his way to the office, taking a look, seeing that it was indeed dark, only half the lights on in the hallway itself to make sure that energy was conserved, but that janitors were able to see their work while they cleaned.
He reasoned to himself that this was not just to impress a girl, but rather that Michael had been his closest friend as well. He'd been a bit ashamed when a stranger had come by to tell him that Michael had gone missing. He'd passed Andrew's mind but he'd just assumed he'd escaped and been with the Resistance or laying low. It'd never occurred to him that possibly he'd be in trouble. But perhaps here he could find out something more.
Pulling out the list of names, he glanced about, glad to see that the camera was thankfully turned towards the wall, the way he'd placed it earlier this afternoon in an attempt to look as though he'd bumped his arm on it while replacing a light bulb. Quickly, Andrew slid behind the desk that featured the receptionist's computer and hit one of the buttons to get it to start up.
A couple of well aimed glances earlier today had also scored him the password to the computer which he bypassed easily. It took thankfully only a few moments to figure out the system, after all it had to be easy enough for the less tech savvy receptionists to figure out how to use it. He felt a bit bad for Dorene and how he was doing this to her computer.
Six names down and he'd only found two matches. Scribbling down the info on the pad, Andrew turned off the computer, only to hear the sound of women coming down the hall. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it might be some drunk college students.
Andrew grimaced, knowing there was only one way out, before sticking himself under the desk and not moving at all.
"Oh my God, Tricia, are you sure the files will actually say that here? How can you even get into the computers?"
"Pffbt. Kirstie, my grandma worked here for ages. Told me they never even change the passwords. Give me two seconds, and I'll be in there to find Fat Matt's records." There was great deal of giggling and Andrew had to keep himself from sighing.
When 5 minutes turned into 20, Andrew started to eye his phone desperately. Eventually there was no other choice, with a quick scroll through his contacts he found Elle.
Quickly he typed, "Need help... stuck under main office desk. Don't call!"
There had been very few times he'd felt as ridiculous as he did now as he stared the bare calves of at least 5 girls that were at eye level as he was scrunched under the desk.@Elle Anderson