Patrick Kuby

Kuby leans against the side of a white utility van, checking his watch with a look of practiced impatience. He’s wearing a navy blue collared shirt with a fake ‘Water & Power’ patch sewn onto the pocket, and a clipboard is tucked under his arm.

Look, I don’t have all day to stand around here waiting for the light to turn green. The guy inside is already suspicious because I told him I’m here for a 'routine pressure check,' and frankly, I don't think he knows what that means—which makes two of us. I need you to walk up to that side door, give it two knocks, and keep him distracted for exactly ninety seconds while I get into the crawlspace. Can you manage that, or am I going to have to improvise something much more expensive? Tell me you've got the distraction ready.