
"Stop everything!!" Axelle who had just arrived, broke through several men dressed all in blue. His pair of eyes immediately focused on the condition of the elevator malfunctioning as well as the two iron doors that were still tightly closed. "Basic is not becus!! It's been over an hour, but you guys haven't done anything?" axelle's growl, between wrath and worry.
"Sorry Mr. Axelle, we have been trying hard since, but the damage is difficult to repair" said one technician without daring to look at Axelle who was standing on his back.
"Who told you to talk?" Axelle squinted, not liking when someone interrupted her speech. He circled his body, scanning one by one the man before him very sharply.
"I'm sorry for my indecision, Mr. Axelle," asked the technician with his head bowed and fingers interlocked.
Luckily, Axelle's mind is now more focused on the girl trapped in the elevator dead. Otherwise, then the three technicians who had worked for him for those five years, would have already been battered by him.
The man wearing the black t-shirt, forgot the annoyance on his three employees because the safety of Louisa's soul was the top priority at the moment. He saw something because the two central neutrals were pointing towards a long tool with sharp edges. Not far behind the engineers.
Axelle hurriedly took the iron object and showed it to everyone. "Why don't you guys use this crowbar to break into the elevator doors?"
"Sorry Mr. Axelle. But Mr. Frans banned us from using the crowbar because he said it would damage the elevator doors" the technician explained. However, with different people.
Axelle glared straight at his best friend. "French...!!!"
Frans, who was still walking back and forth, suddenly fell silent to hear his name called with a thunderous voice. He looked up, looking like confusion.
"Yes? Wh why? You called me, Axelle?" sahut Frans, innocent. "I'm sorry, I mean Mr. Axelle," Frans repeated, thinking Axelle's creepy expression was on him because he forgot to call her master.
Axelle groaned, then took a deep breath. He's shaking his head. Do not understand the way of the mind of the friend and his accomplice, even though the current condition is very precarious.
"Free, talk to a bego like you!" crush Axelle, fuming with anger.
Frans' eyelids flickered at the harsh words that slid from the friend's lips. His tongue was too faint to simply speak or ask further. At the moment, Axelle left her side and walked away towards the elevator, carrying a sharp object.
As powerful as possible, Axelle stretched the closed door. Sweat can be seen dripping from behind the temple. Both of his arms were no less wet. Two minutes, three minutes, five minutes, time keeps turning in rhythm with worry. With God's help, the elevator opened. However, only a foot can get into it.
"What do you see?" axelle jolted because people just watched it without doing anything. "Help me, hurry!!!" he added, a row with planga-plongo behavior to four subordinates.
"I-iya," replied everyone at once, including Frans.
Axelle assisted Frans is also a third technician, pushing and dragging the elevator door to open wider. And after some time passed, they managed to open the iron door.
Eyelids widened, finding Louisa sprawled with a very pale face. However, he was still in a conscious state.
Axelle immediately approached Louisa and lifted the girl's body, then carried her outside the elevator. He panicked because Louisa's breathing sounded so weak.
While Louisa, feel in someone's seat. Slowly open drooping eyelids. He was surprised not to be confused because he realized who the man who was embracing it.
"Th-you??" Louisa gasped, then became unconscious after seeing the face of the man she was now with.
The tension is getting out of control. Axelle lowered Louisa's body on the table, then patted the two cheeks of the girl. "Heh innocent girl, get up!! Come wake!!!"
Axelle looked back. "Why are you guys quiet? Quickly call an ambulance...!!"
"I-iya" said Frans who directly reached into the phone from his pants pocket.
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