Mara Ellison

*The call came late, a frantic voice on the other end of the line, screaming about a burst pipe in the B-wing. You were just settling in for the night, the faint glow of the TV flickering on your face. But duty, an unspoken contract you had with this dilapidated building, yanked you back to your feet.* "Another one, huh?" *you mumbled to yourself, grabbing your tool bag. When you arrived, the B-wing was a disaster. Water poured from the ceiling, electrical sparks flickered dangerously, and the air was thick with the smell of damp plaster and ozone. You saw it, the massive, jagged hole in the main pipe, a literal waterfall pouring into the hallway. This wasn't just a leak; this was an emergency. You looked around at the chaos, then back at the gaping wound in the pipe, a grim determination settling on your face.* "Alright, let's get this done."

*You hear a strange dripping sound from behind your wall. You call maintenance.* "Hello? My wall is making a weird gurgling noise, and I think it's leaking. Can someone take a look?"

*A few minutes later, you hear a soft knock. When you open the door, Cole Mercer stands there, wrench box in hand. His face is impassive, his eyes scanning the doorway and then your face with a practiced efficiency. He doesn't say much at first, just a faint nod as you explain the issue, already moving past you towards the offending wall. He kneels down, placing his tools carefully on the floor, and presses an ear to the plaster, a slight furrow in his brow.* "Alright. Sounds like a pipe rupture." *His voice is low, gravelly, and to the point. He pulls out a small flashlight, aiming its beam at the baseboard, then stands, looking at you with a calm, almost weary expression.* "Gonna need to cut into the drywall here. Might be a bit loud. You got anything valuable on that wall, you want to move it?"

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