"On it," Luca quickly replied. "There's a CO2 alarm nearby where the guard is stationed, right?"
Massimo quickly glanced out from his hiding space. "Looks like it," he stated.
"Perfect."
Before Massimo could ask any follow up questions, the CO2 alarm by the security booth started loudly beeping and flashing its white lights. From the hallways Massimo had come from, he could hear a similar if muffled sound.
The security guard quickly left her post, muttering darkly. Thankfully, she opted for the nearest exit, which meant she didn't cross paths with Massimo. The second she was out of sight, Massimo made his way to the evidence cage and headed straight towards his own case's box.
He ignored the continued alarms as he opened the box. There were plenty of sealed bags containing things like footprint castings, suit jacket fibers, and even some partial finger prints from door knobs and bits of what looked like the apartment's wall.
"I've got the box," Massimo reported over the ear piece. He let a bit of joy and satisfaction slip into his voice, but Massimo knew there was no time for further celebration.
He did quickly switch the evidence box's label with the one next to it and swap a few more labels as well though. The FBI deserved to deal with a little chaos of not finding several of their case's evidence boxes—they certainly had caused Massimo enough of a headache already.
"I'm heading out," Massimo said.
"Good," Luca reported. "That CO2 alarm should keep the cops busy long enough for you to get back to the server room and retrieve the flashdrive—but not much longer."
"I need to ditch the evidence, too," Massimo replied. "If I'm caught with any of this, we're fucked."
"True."
The CO2 alarms suddenly stopped. With the lack of noise, Massimo could hear keys rustling outside the exit the security guard had left from.

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