>>5141919“We’ve got a few seconds, freak, so <span class="mu-s">LISTEN UP!</span>” Commands the Chief as he approaches you! “The only people who know are <span class="mu-b">YOU, ME, BRUCKMANN, CHRISTY, AND BORIS.</span>” He explains in a quiet, but quick tone. Wait, you hiss, this traitor crap is <span class="mu-i">re-</span>
“<span class="mu-s">SHUT. UP.</span>” Blumenkrantz growls as he shoves a colossal finger over your lips! “Started off small: one or two supplies going missing here or there, files being accessed at odd hours by anonymous users, spikes in generator usage–things like that.” Leaning closer, the old man’s perpetual frown deepens even more. “I was convinced when I got that little <span class="mu-g">CHRISTMAS PARTY TAPE</span> for you not too long ago–someone’s been altering security footage, Parble, and it’s been going on for <span class="mu-s">TOO LONG.</span>”
The tape… Syb suspected it might be altered! Shaking off the chills you get remembering the footage, you instead focus on the present: who does he think it could be?
“Not <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, unfortunately!” Blumenkrantz sneers! “The culprit Bruckmann’s looking for is either a <span class="mu-b">COMPUTER WIZ, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SECURITY FOOTAGE, OR SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THEIR WAY AROUND THE COMPANY.</span> Or…”
<span class="mu-i">Both</span>, you whisper, earning a stern nod from the Chief. Drat!
Before you can ask anything else, the lights in the corridor flicker around you as a faint drone from beyond the walls signals a surge of power! Pulling you over to where the keypad is, Blumenkrantz hoists you into the air by the scruff of your neck just as the lights return to normal!
“<span class="mu-s">SO HELP ME GOD, PARBLE, IF YOU TRY THAT CRAP AGAIN I’LL SHOW YOU JUST WHAT KIND OF SECURITY MEASURES WE HAVE IN HERE!</span>” Before you can come up with a response, you’re dragged through the door leading into the austere room you had your phone conversation in before! Spotting another camera in the corner, you bite your lip until the two of you come <span class="mu-i">CRASHING</span> into the <span class="mu-g">SECURITY CHECKPOINT</span> where your belongings were stored!
“H-hello, Sir!” Stammers one of the guards manning the checkpoint! “Th-there was a power surge a few seconds ago an-”
Slapping a plastic tray into the guard’s masked face, Blumenkrantz stomps through the metal detector and shoves you in the <span class="mu-g">ORDER MAGE’S</span> hood-obstructed face! “<span class="mu-s">NERD-</span>”
Promptly muttering a few words under his breath, the mage wiggles his fingers at you and scampers away as you feel… <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL</span> again!
… <span class="mu-i">MAN,</span> you wanna puke…
>CONTD. 