Philip and I nod appreciatively. We imagined it could be done with nothing less than ropes and suction cups. We have everything we think we need, which isn't much. We meet her at her office at 5pm to climb the tallest building in town.
Timing is critical.
We ride an elevator to somewhere in the teens. Philip darts around with an imaginary gun drawn, making like a '70s cop drama. The Mission Impossible tune plays in my head. The security lockout stops us at the next bank of elevators. Susan presses the button for the top floor, but it won't take.