"the break of Dawn" a short story

Strike of Dawn
Click! I strapped on my harness vest and disappeared into the spooky elevator shaft. I slowly repelled further and further down into the darkness and away from the faint glow of the yellow moon above. The squeaky sounds of the elevator operating made me frantic. Scrambling around in the pitch-black shaft, I finally found an opening. As I unfastened my crowbar from the snug place in my shirt pocket, I realized not only was I doing something illegal, but also if I was not careful, I could spend eternity in jail.
With all my strength, I pried the huge door open. The coast was…