The screen on the kiosk flashed. A new message:
“Stupid thing,” Marlon muttered, and clicked “Retrieve.” printanywhere cpcc
Marlon walked over. The first page slid out, still warm. It wasn’t a resume. It was a floor plan of the Levine Campus, but wrong. The hallways were annotated in red sharpie marks that couldn’t possibly be from a digital file: “Door doesn’t lock,” “Motion sensor blind spot here,” “Alarm bypass: 7-8-3-4.” The screen on the kiosk flashed
“That thing ain’t supposed to be on after 9,” Eldridge said quietly. “Faculty only.” ” Marlon muttered
The final page was blank except for two words, typed in Courier New: