Saboteur

Sam had been running around the building all day, doing "routine maintenance" on all kinds of electronics and pipings and wirings that kept the systems running. No one would find the body of the actual maintenance worker at the bottom of the dumpster out back, stripped down to his underwear with his throat slit and eyes punctured, the gore spilling out and mixing into the gross mixture of long forgotten fluids seeping from month old trash that had been left behind one too many times. Sam had had trouble fitting into the too tight jumper, but having to forfeit a little bit of decency with the zipper in front meant that the people around her spent less time looking at what she was doing, even if they were spending more time looking in her direction.

It was getting close to closing when she pulled the final switch and was ready to make a bit of madness run rampant through the hallways.

The distinctive, flirty sound of her voice letting out a little "Oops!" was accompanied only a moment later by the heavy thud of doors slamming shut and bolt locking electronically. Lights went out, and it took a few seconds for the red emergency lights to start flashing, followed by an alarm down in the empty lobby. The security guard had left early, leaving the front desk unmanned, and no one with the security override key in the building. Panic set in almost immediately, but they had only experienced the beginning.

Some of the men nearby pounded on their locked doors, trying to get her attention, yelling for her to fix her mistake, but she merely smiled and waved at them. When they saw how calm she was, they become muddled and confused. Who was this woman that was so calm in times of mayhem? It didn't take long for them to realize.

And that was when a fuse blew near the vents, sparking a fire, and smoke began to pour into the confined and locked rooms. Their shouts became more frantic, their pounding harder, but it lasted only a matter of minutes. Their craze had done nothing but burn through their oxygen quicker. The men fell silent as Sam walked the halls.

She had left a safe path for herself, of course. Certain doors remained open, certain locks left unlocked. But only she knew of their order. Even in a rush, no one who had happened to be outside of their cubicles at the time of the lockdown would have been able to find her path quick enough.

The smoke sensors went off when she was about halfway down, soaking her stolen clothes through, and she merely tossed them away. She had no fear of being exposed. Not now. Let any man lucky enough to have saved his breath see her soaked, lean figure in their dying moments. A parting gift she was more than willing to give.

She exited into the alley behind the building, where she had stuffed a dress and lingerie into a small crack in the wall behind the dumpster where she had discarded the body. She had earned a little reward that night.