A century and a half had passed since Ashley had hidden the note in the ductwork,and it had
yellowed.
The creaky old building that had once been a school and now was a storage area for
derelict antique SLS (sublight speed) nuclear engines was coming down to
make way for a nifty new lounge for thirsty businessmen coming back for a
hard days negotiating at the Sirius Prime markets.
So it was that the demolition crew played their disintegrator rays over the
derelict building.
Not because of the note,but because microwave disintegrators go haywire near metalwork.
So whilst the bricks and wood were ashed,the alarm went off as the metal sensors noted the
ray was approaching something metallic.
Fred the Talking Fox,the operator of the Microwave Excavator,cursed,but yanked on the
lanyards and put the excavator into standby whilst he went to extract the pesky metal
junk from what remained of the old building.
It was the ductwork,and Fred the Talking Fox heaved and tugged at the
ductwork .The yellowed note fell free to the ground...