Rows and rows of meaningless ephemera. If there was a dirty secret located on one of these shelves, it would take days upon months to find. Mina didn't even have a day. She had a few minutes that were falling like sand in an hourglass.

This place resembled a shady, dark storage warehouse, and maybe it was. Paperwork and office supplies lined the shelves. Compared to the vibrant office drama in the lower floor, this room was dullsville.

Or was it?

There had to be a reason this room required a special card key that only Electra owned.

As Mina got to the end of the shelves, she realized why.

An enormous window overlooked the vast parking lot of the Electra Company and beyond that, all of Business Park. The Hall of Lawson proudly lay at the center of the town, downtown Business Parm was visible where Lou Farabuto ran his old used games mafia front, and even the Birdbrains Lawyering Co far off in the distance (distinguished by the large avian mascot far off in the distance.)

It was clearly a perfect view of everything, and then she saw it--A massive machine gun cannon as bright yellow as a ripe banana, it sat right by the window. Emblazoned with a logo shaped like a thunderbolt in high heels, elegant cursive read beside it, "The Zeus-inator."

Mina was shocked, but not surprised by the thunder cannon. It looked exactly like the schematic on the tablet, but fully realized and ready to blast anyone with a clean bolt of lightning.

It seemed President Gary Louse had not only faced the wrath of Electra, but the wrath of Zeus from the high heavens, for messing with his illegitimate billionaire daughter.

Knowing she couldn't lug the gun to the courtroom all by herself, Mina photographed the would-be murder weapon.

Sirens carried on from the parking lot. She knew it was time to go.

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Could she escape? It would be as lucky as being struck by lightning. Except in Business Park, lightning strikes were way more common these days

She hustled to the elevator in her heels, passing Saul who was still having his episode. She couldn't help but feel pity for the old man, being a brainwashed zealot. Hopefully the paramedics could save him in time

...and maybe see the thunder gun while they were at it.

She clicked on her heels into the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor.

The bossa nova jingle of Electra Company's corporate music played cheerfully, but Mina wished she could hear a heavy metal rendition. It would at least match the panic in her heart.

As she got lower and lower to ground zero, Mina worried more and more.

What if they were going to arrest her when she reached the bottom? What if they knew everything and could have her tried for breaking an entry and giving an old guy heart palpitations? What if Maxine Electra didn't even need a gun and could cast lightning from her hands and fry her to a crisp?

Mina wished she had a Goloft or something to calm her nerves. When the elevator rang for the bottom floor, she was greeted with several men with a hospital stretcher. They were clad in the navy blue paramedics uniforms ready to take poor Saul to the emergency.

"Excuse me?" One of the men said.

"WHAT?!" Mina exclaimed with slightly cracked out crazy eyes.

The paramedic flinched.

"Sorry," Mina said, bashfully putting her hand behind her head. "I mean, what? I'm so worried about the old man."

"What floor is he on?" the chief paramedic said.

"Floor 100..." Mina said, her mouth gone dry.

The chief paused for a second. "Thank you."

Mina nodded. A nervous grin cut across her face. "You're welcome."

Immediately, she thrust the card key into the paramedic's hands. "You're gonna need this. It's a storeroom."

The paramedics thanked her again and Mina stepped past them, not breathing at all. She had just revealed she knew about the store room but she couldn't let the old man die. As someone who crusaded for truth and justice, there would be no justice if they couldn't save his life.

Much to her relief, Mina emerged from the Electra Company and into the hot July air.

A familiar taxi cab pulled up to her, with an even more familiar face grinning at her.

"Nice dye job, pally," D. Vito said, flashing a thumbs up. "Blondes do have more fun!"

Mina let out a stilted breath of air. "Not in this case, Denny."

"Your boyfriend called me in to pick ya up from yous new workplace!"

Mina smiled. Blind was thinking of her, even now.

As she entered the cab, her breathing finally became normal again. She had escaped. But did she truly make a clean getaway?

Only time would tell.