Analyze the following fiction prose in terms of style, voice, vocabulary and sentence structure:
I knew the FPMP. And I knew that under NAME_1’s regime, lots of high tech hidey-holes and panic rooms were installed. NAME_2’s sense of self preservation was legendary. And I couldn’t imagine he’d let himself get trapped in a basement with no way out. 
The first step was extricating the cart from the door—but we were all very motivated, and with NAME_3 holding my flashlight on us, soon we had the thing upright and loaded with heavy crates. 
No thanks to NAME_4. 
We could’ve used another pair of hands, but he just stood beside his post with his mag light trained on us glaring. Following orders to the letter and staying put. And while I understood that a whole team of NAME_5 playing by their own rulebooks might be every boss’s worst nightmare, there was definitely a time and place to improvise.
As we struggled with a particularly heavy crate, I told him, “Look, this isn’t Mrs. NAME_6’s class where you’ll get in trouble for leaving without a hall pass.”
“I told you, I don’t remember Mrs. NAME_6.”
I said, “No one can get in or out of the basement, so you might as well pitch in.” 
Whether or not NAME_4 remembered me, I’d like to think I was starting to get through to him…. At least until his walkie let out loud blip of static and reminded him that his supervisor was somewhere on the premises.
I glanced up at the fish eye camera mount in the ceiling and said, “They can’t see us, y’know. Not if the power’s out.”
NAME_4 wasn’t listening—he was too busy with the walkie. “Break. This is Agent NAME_7. Did you have a message? Over.”
The only reply he got was a jumble of blips and static.
“Don’t waste your time with him,” NAME_8 called to me from the safety glass door. “Ain’t nobody gonna change that man’s mind once it’s made up. We’re better off doing this ourselves and getting it over with.”
I was inclined to agree.
“You could at least hold the door,” I told NAME_4, who grudgingly stuck a foot in to wedge it open while the rest of us worked free the biggest, stuckest crate. He couldn’t even be bothered to aim his mag light in any useful way, because he was too busy futzing with his walkie.
“You need to lift the far corner,” NAME_3 pointed out from his vantage place on the floor. “Once you straighten it out, you can work it free.”
“He’s right,” NAME_9 said. For some reason, I was more inclined to believe her. Not only because she moved heavy stuff for a living, but because she probably had more common sense than NAME_10 Provide exactly two different responses that are separated with 6 asterisk symbols: ******.
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