Allarming Signs

"Shit why now of all times, if they find me here I'm done for. The only door is that of the archive in front of me, dammit. I have no possibilities of escape like this. I can only try to find out the pin code, but I don't even have one hint at what it could be, I don't even know his birthdate. How am I supposed to enter thi... Wait a minute I might have an idea"

She rummaged through her handbag while the steps slowly came in her direction. After finally finding a small bottle of varnish and some face powder with the associated brush. With practised movements, she quickly distributed the transparent liquid over the keys and immediately after that, she spread the powder over them. Luckily it worked as planned she could now see which keys got fingerprints on them and which didn't. A big smirk showed on her face when everything worked as planned.

"Okay, we have a nine a six a three and a two but what is the right order? Dammit, I didn't think about that."

The sound of steps was now right behind her.

"I need to calm down, let's think this through, how can I found out the correct order of these numbers, think... think Amber thin... Oh, why didn't I noticed it sooner the numbers on the pad are forming an inverted L or no wait is it a J, right J for Jones, Kenneth Jones that's it!"

Without loosing to much time she inserted nine - six - three - two.

*Beep beep* The display showed the message 'Wrong Password 2 tries left'.

But there was no time for hesitation, without a hitch she immediately tried the order of numbers the other way around. Two - three - six - nine.

*Beep beep* With a clicking sound the door finally opened.

She quickly wiped over the keypad with a handkerchief and entered the room, cautiously closing the door behind her. Knowing that someone was coming down the hallway and that there is only this room she needed to immediately find a hiding spot. She went up and down the room searching until she saw a small niche between two shelves. After taking off her black coat and squeezing herself in the small gap, she hid underneath it and crouched down in order to be as small as possible. Right in time, with the same beeping and clicking sound, the door opened again and someone entered.

"Why are my hands so sticky, yuck... disgusting. I'll have a talk with the cleaning lady tomorrow that's for sure." A male voice echoed throughout the room

The person that just entered came towards her direction until he stood right next to her and looked at the shelf.

"Sigh... always these annoying scientists ordering me around like their slave who do they think they are?! Well, let's see, Maya Ah Puch, Maya Ah Puch, where are you. Ah, there it is."

He took something from the shelf and stood still for a moment intensively staring in her direction.

"Puuh, I thought I saw one of these goddamn rodents. Let's get quickly out of here, this place still gives me the creeps even after fifteen years of working here."

With that, he left the room, leaving Amber alone. Her heart was racing like never before and she was still under the influence of the thrill she just felt. It took some time until she could finally calm down and stand up.

"I never would have thought that some cosmetics and a documentary on TV would prove this helpful. Now, let's look for this Ababinili and get the hell out of here since I don't want to encounter these so said rodents either."

After searching through various documents she could finally find the documents needed. She went to a nearby table and opened the dossier.

"Why is everything blacked out, that doesn't make any sense, is this a CIA record or what? The only information that is still readable here is how and where they found it. This is..."

A loud noise coming from the hallway interrupted her sentence midway, it sounded like someone dropped a big bag of cement on the floor. She listened carefully if any steps were approaching this room but she couldn't hear anything. Without further ado, she quickly put everything back in from the place she took it and opened the door a crack wide. No one was around only a strange silhouette lied on the floor where nothing was before but the darkness made it nearly impossible to recognize what it was. The moment she approached the shape, she found a strange old mask and shortly after an open overturned box, like someone let it fall on the ground. Not far from it was lying the man who just was in the archive a few moments ago, lying in his own pound of blood.