Getting everyone into the duct is difficult, especially with the chaos of the evacuation going on about a hundred meters away down the corridor. The lights flicker as we pull couches and carts over the wall from the adjacent offices and create a ladder on which to climb up. But it’s not enough to get us all in without having to pull people up behind us. Jinzo is second to last into the duct. He pulls Lia up last. She flips over in the duct and thrusts our ladder to the floor so no one else can follow us inside.
“This is not as claustrophobic as I thought it would be,” I say, huffing my way through walking on my hands and knees and following Carlos’s ass in front of me. We pass a sign that reads, “Exit,” with an arrow that points in the opposite direction. “But it looks like they thought people might use these for moving around.”