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After I did some preliminary scouting, Lost Flock and I went back for a more thorough look at the new construction. Waiting until the security guard had just finished making his rounds of the area we were interested in, we slid behind the barricades and began checking the doors of the various abandoned stores. Finding one door open, we ventured through into a hot, dimly lit construction area on the other side. We could hear someone working at the far end of the room, so we snuck about quietly and retreated after getting a few pictures of the new escalators still in their shiny foil wrapping. Leaving this area, we headed off to another under-construction portion of the building. I had just sauntered past the "authorized personnel only" door and started snapping pictures of the large holes in the floor when Flock drew my attention to the fact that a worker was actually in the room with us. We hurried elsewhere.
We returned to the mall with eight other people after the third Toronto explorers' meetup, and we broke up into three groups to see if any of us could find our way down to the overhyped "underground city" that is the mall's shipping and receiving area. Pouch joined Flock and I, and the three of us headed off to Sears to ride the elevator down to an interesting area Flock had previously noticed. Grabbing the elevator at level -1, we took it down to level -3. The elevator doors opened to reveal a barren and primitive-looking room, but when I stepped out to take a look at the Simplex-locked door at one end of the room an alarm went off almost immediately. We tried to look unfazed as we took the elevator back upstairs to try a different approach.
After a fair while scouting out possible entrances to the employee corridors, we managed to find a route that wouldn't require us to walk through a door labelled "authorized personnel only". After about a minute of strolling through the bendy employee corridors we came to a dead end, and encountered a fellow sitting there having a smoke. "You're in the wrong area," he said. "What are you looking for?" I told him we were looking for the washroom and he gave us some directions. We thanked him profusely and then headed the opposite way.
Moving deeper into the employee corridors, we soon established a fairly regular rhythm of moving silently when we thought stealth would work best (as when we snuck past open doors) and loudly talking to each other about our day at work when we thought confidence would work best (as when employees passed us in the corridors). Finally making our way down past an empty security office, we came out into the enormous receiving area only to encounter an Intercon security guard fiddling endlessly with his van. After dodging from him for a bit (while trying to still look confident in case anyone was watching us on any of the many security cameras in the area), we headed back into the service areas and took a long stroll through a seemingly endless maze of rainbow-coloured corridors until, after a close call or two, we eventually emerged where we wanted to be, on the far side of the receiving area.