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Nathan kept his face concealed with his hood, as he followed the Guardian into the toilets. He wondered about the stroke of luck that the hand of fate had just dealt him. The Guardian he followed was an old colleague, renowned for repeatedly losing his key-cards. Nathan remained many paces behind him, as the Guardian turned right at the ‘T’ junction at the end of the corridor, and went into the male toilets. Nathan followed, while keeping a steady pace, trying to ignore the pounding he now felt in his heart. As he approached the entrance to the toilets, the automatic sensor detected his presence and the doors slid open. Nathan paused for a brief moment and walked towards a cubicle, which was close to where the Guardian stood. He stumbled into the Guardian who was using the urinal, pretending to be as disillusioned as the citizens outside, while swiftly reaching into the Guardian’s pocket and retrieving his key-card.
“Hey! Watch it!” The Guardian protested but Nathan stayed in character and remained silent while stumbling into the cubicle.
“Almost pissed myself... Even the Undertakers are hooked, damn shame,” muttered the Guardian as he continued relieving himself. Nathan's heart pounded furiously and he sat on the toilet seat, turning the key-card in his hand with a smile printed on his face.
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