EMIYA SHIROU
Shirou touched down on the floor behind the window, suddenly aware that the floor had the sparkling sheen of one that was recently clean. Indeed, a janitor was pushing a cleaning cart down the corridor to his left, back turned and staring straight ahead. In the other direction to the right, a rotating camera was, for the moment, turning away from his position, and in the wall directly in front of him was a pair of elevators.
The freelance magus couldn’t believe his luck. It was an ideal time to go to the elevators and get in… until thundering footsteps approached from behind, back outside the window.
In a moment of panic, Shirou shifted to the right, pressing his back against the wall right next to the open window, ready to ambush anyone who entered if necessary. Nothing came through, however, except a deep, terrifying voice seething with rage, tearing verbal strips out of the cleaners for having left a window open. The janitor down the hall visibly startled at the admonishment.
This was bad. The camera was rotating back toward him, the cleaner may turn around to try to see who was yelling at him, and there was nowhere to hide. Praying that whatever dragon that was outside the window wouldn’t take notice, Shirou squared his shoulders, turned his back to the janitor, and walked down the hall while moving to the other side, positioning himself directly beneath the camera and out of its field of view. He kept walking, to give the appearance of someone who knew where they were going, but very slowly, waiting to hear those rumbling footsteps again before heading back to the elevators.
