As he passed the big door of sector C, Layton looked up at the two cameras above it, noting that they were perfectly in operation.
Moving further away, he deviated to one of the tools warehouses, noting that it was already open and that someone in his own uniform was rummaging through it, bent forward.
Hearing Layton's footsteps, the man stood up, stretching his back and pulling out of the warehouse a broom and a clean rag.
"Good morning Layton!"
"Hey... hello Scott" Layton answered, in his usual indifferent tone, knowing that with all the things he had in his head, he could not listen even to a useless man like his colleague, who in his life had never done anything but the janitor.
Scott was a man in his fifties, a little taller than Layton and slightly fat; he had a short blackish beard and short but messy hair.
