Out the door and down the hall, silent as could be, bare toes on cold tiles, shoes long since gone. Adrenalin surge. Blood rush in the ears louder than any silence, door ahead with a promise.
"No!" Loud tumultuous whisper. "This way, Josh. I got it cased." Jenkins pointed up a stairway. Upstairs was a waiting room with rows of forlorn plastic chairs. A mute information booth like a sad beggar huddled against a wall. Darkened ticket counters in the back, in front large broken windows looking out over the tarmac.
"I checked it out on the way in. They got a wire strung. We gotta go this way." his every word made Halverson wince, they seemed so loud.