Oliver

Leonie lay in the bushes waiting until Dee had walked the soldier off, then she dashed across the road, ducked under the barrier and hurried up the driveway. The main doors of the Institute were locked but Oliver had told her where to go.
The fire escape ran right up the side of the building and she went up it to the fourth floor. She carefully tried the fire door but of course it was locked.
Leonie stared along the row of windows. Oliver’s was the fifth one and by this time he should be hanging out waiting for her but everything was still in darkness. She put a finger in each corner of her mouth and gave a whistle. It was the fifth whistle before the light went on and Oliver slid open the window and looked out blinking blearily at her.
‘Sorry, I fell asleep,’ he called quietly to her.
‘Fell asleep?’ she demanded. ‘Look, I’m sorry to keep you up, I’m sure.’
‘Don’t go on,’ he said, ‘and shut up a bit I’ve got to concentrate.’
Leonie sighed and leaned back against the wall so as not to distract him.  ‘I wonder if the Scarlet Pimpernel had this trouble?’ she muttered.
Oliver was staring intently at the fire door. Nothing seemed to be happening and nothing went on happening for some minutes. At last Leonie grew fed up with waiting.
‘What are you playing at?’ she demanded.
Oliver shook his head, ‘Sorry, I can’t seem to feel the lock,’ he said. ‘Hang about I’ll put the light off, that sometimes helps.’ He disappeared back into the room.
‘The first time he’s going to do something useful with his head and it doesn’t work,’ she said to herself. Oliver returned and sank back into a reverie studying the fire door even more intently. Then suddenly his eyes blazed and she heard the electric lock in the door stir. Leonie gave the door a push and she was inside and seconds later she was in Oliver’s room.
‘Anybody about?’ she mouthed, remembering the bugs.
He shook his head, ‘Remember only five seconds,’ he said in her ear, ‘anymore and someone might come and investigate.’
She nodded and handed him a torch then crept off up the corridor. Only once did she see anyone, a man in a white coat, but she ducked into a doorway and he disappeared into one of the rooms without noticing her. Finally she found what she was looking for, a cupboard containing the knock out switches for that floor. She found the one for Oliver’s corridor, flicked it off for the count of five then put it back on again.
When she got back to the fire door Oliver was already waiting for her.
‘Thanks,’ he said giving her a quick kiss.
‘Hey, it was more trouble than that,’ she said indignantly. She pulled his head down and this time he kissed her properly. She crinkled her eyes up at him when he finally released her. ‘I was scared to death you’d be electrocuted or something when you stepped through the doorway,’ she said.
‘So was I,’ he admitted. ‘I wasn’t sure it was on the same power circuit. Thanks kid.’