Celix Dakkor ran through the corridors making his way to the main control center. His short black hair was still wet from his shower, dripping onto his shoulders, soaking his overalls. He wore an older style ex-PGC uniform and it was sticking to him, making dark spots in places he had missed drying off. He had planned to shave too, but being the last on his list, it hadn’t had a chance at all of getting done. Three-days growth spread across his face, but he wasn’t too concerned.
Rounding a corner, he began running to the lift at the end of the corridor. The lift doors were open and he saw just the arm of a PGC overall inside. Celix called out, “Hold!” The PGC crewman in the lift leaned over, around the edge of the doorframe, quickly he ducked back when he saw who had called out. Celix swore and sprinted faster. The doors began to close. “I order you to hold the lift!” He yelled again.
Celix was ten feet away when the doors closed. He put out his arms to stop himself, banging into the doors with a loud metallic crash. Laughter came from inside, becoming quieter as the lift moved away.
Celix set off running again; that wasn’t the only lift that could take him to the control center.