No one ever said intelligence work was easy. That would be a big fat lie and anyone whom actually knows anything would inherently agree.
It takes brain!
It takes brawn!
It sometimes takes huge physical efforts that are proving to be a gigantic issue for the red-headed hacker, esq. Yeah, he's had training and conditioning to make his work a little easier. But maintaining it...
Ehhhhh~... heheheh...
"Tch." Luciel clicks his tongue. Sweat beads at his brow as the rigging digs at all his special places in not-so-special ways.
It's not a long distance by any means. But, in order to reach the object of his desire he'd had to stop the elevator on the second floor and run down to the first to pry open the doors and ease himself down; A constant stream of thoughts raging through his godlike mind that if anyone were to use the contraption to venture to the lobby, he'd maybe be crushed and no one would be the wiser.
Except V.
Probably.
Instead of a normal jump and slide rappel, he has to maintain a good enough grip in order to pull himself up if said ill-advised scenario were to occur. He hasn't the confidence to say for sure if he'd escape his gruesome pancake fate, but precautions are precautions. Better to think you could possibly be safe than sorry~!
Th-that's how the saying goes, right?
He grunts into the last few steps, shadows skew his vision, but he sees his target amongst the many fail-safe hydraulic mechanisms and grabs at the glinting glass and plastic thing.
"Phew~" Thumbing the power button thoughtfully, it blinks to life lighting up the prismatic shaft. Forty two percent battery life left, no cracks to the screen... Good. Into a free pocket it goes!
"Alright, let's do this!~" As a way to pump himself up, he roars in a hush tone. Gripping the rope with a perspiration and work-wet palm he kicks at the metal wall with the sole of his sneakers. They squeak and he grunts while he pulls with tired arms to get back up to the light and the extant safety it offers.
"Olly, olly oxen free~" The stupid saying rolls right off his tongue in ragged gasps as he rolls to a pathetic and flat lay on the perfectly polished floor.
"This is gonna leave some smudges." he chuckles tiredly to himself as he straightens his glasses. "If I have a choice, I'm never doing that again."
Trying and failing to roll over and continue his work a couple of times, he still lays, panting into the ceiling of the empty lobby.
He'll pull up and roll the rope in a minute. But right now, his whole body is revolting against him, demanding a moment of reprieve.
He obliges, content knowing that the phone of the owner of the note is safely tucked into his jacket. He's free to analyze everything to his curious heart's desire.
Though, one thing that bothers Luciel is- well one of two things that is bothering him... One: he needs to remove the rope that has his junk in a choke-hold and two: why was the phone all the way down there to begin with?
Just an unlucky accident, or... is it connected to the person who led them there?