>>5145417So what exactly did she find out? The assistant’s confident grin swiftly fades. “Not much, unfortunately.” Her phone replies. “But the clues are there–you just need to look at them properly.” Reaching into her pocket again, the personal assistant hands you a folded sheet of paper with a list of… well, a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> of dates and times on them. Feeling your head spin just looking at it, you instead focus back onto Christy. What are these?
“Timestamps.” She replies as she taps the paper with her pointer finger. “Unauthorized access to <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> systems for the past few years.”
“Lemme get dis’ straight:” Ly interjects, “Dis’ ‘<span class="mu-r">TRAITOR</span> crap mighta’ began <span class="mu-i">before</span> all of dis’ started?”
Echoing your skeleton’s sentiments, you get a nod in response. “Unfortunately so.” The phone drones. “It’s a long shot, of course, and a selfish one, but just indulge me for a moment: what if this <span class="mu-r">TRAITOR</span> has been behind everything?”
<span class="mu-i">EVERYTHING?</span> It almost sounds too crazy to be true, even by this quest’s standards! <span class="mu-r">THE CHRISTMAS PARTY, DOCTORED SECURITY FOOTAGE,</span>
“<span class="mu-r">THIS SKELETON INCIDENT.</span>” Suggests the phone, causing your heart to beat like a drum. Now that she mentions it, you muse, how the hell did <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> parts get to the factory anyways?
“An’ how did he know where ta’ target first?” Ly adds. “<span class="mu-g">DA’ GUARD DEPOT, DA POLICE…</span>”
Christy’s brow is furrowed by the time you turn your attention back to her. “This theory supports several ideas, Stanley: whoever the culprit is has been in close contact with <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> for a while now.” Explains the mechanical voice. “It also suggests that they’re familiar with our security, or at least know their way around computers.”
Yea, you nod, her grandpa told you the same thing. Recoiling from your words, Christy frantically slashes away at her phone! “Most importantly: whoever’s responsible is DANGEROUS!” Tapping her finger on her phone with a serious expression, she copies and pastes the word a few more times for emphasis. “DANGEROUS! DANGEROUS! DANGEROUS!”
You get it, okay? Besides, you shrug, they haven’t killed you yet–what’s the big deal?
“The big deal is that we, along with several people we care about, are standing inside a gilded coffin riddled with OSHA violations, unstable people, and countless security measures that would make it very easy to make someone’s death look like an accident.” The phone lectures!
Pointing her finger at the vent behind her, Christy taps a few more words into her device. “Did you know this whole facility is rigged to pump tear gas at the drop of a hat? Imagine what someone could do with the right clearance!”
Big deal, you scoff–what’s tear gas gonna do anyways? Make you <span class="mu-i">CWY?</span> BOO HOO!
The hard look Christy gives you tells you she doesn’t get it.
>CONTD. 