As soon as Olivine walked out of sight and earshot, Colin popped out of the couch cushions and rolled to the wall, slipping and sliding alongside side it as he heard a loud SMASH behind him and the thuds of footsteps. He rounded the corner to see a keypad smashed and the door wide open.
"Well, that solves my 'getting in' problem." Colin said to nobody in particular.
He carefully stepped through the halls on the very tips of his toes. Slowly and gently, barely seeing Olivine's shadow around the corner. He crept to the hallway entrance and accidentally knocked over a janitor's bucket. A gunshot rang out as Olivine blew a hole clean through the bucket as Colin held back a scream. Olivine looked over and saw nothing, continuing her approach to the shuttle. Colin walked carefully around the bucket and headed for an open doorway, diving into it just before Olivine turned around. She peered in but didn't spot Colin behind some boxes under the table.
"My mind must be playing tricks on me." Olivine told herself.
Colin made sure she was out of the room and the hallway before sneaking out and following the sounds of her footsteps down a narrow corridor and into a large steamroom. Colin crept through the steam, timing his footsteps with Olivine's until she faded out of sight.
"Alright, just gotta keep laying low." Colin whispered to himself.
Olivine slipped up the stairs, aim readied as she noticed a strange shadow slip through the halls.
"Who's there?" Olivine asked, ready to blow their brains out, whoever they were.
'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Colin thought to himself as he...