5:00 AM.
Get my gear and get going. Don't want to be late.
Follow Croc to Briefing Room 44222.
Follow the rest of the group
Joe-R looks up while speaking at the terminal then lowers his eyes and clenches his fists.
Head towards the nearest transit to the troubleshooter building.
Lower the gun and take the pill as a good Citizen does.
Follow the group towards the briefing room.
The pill seems to have no effect for a minute or so, then suddenly, you feel real mellow. Everything's okay with the world. I think there's a troubleshooter being lynched by some Infrareds out the window. Awesome. (All suggestions are completely okay, unless theyre clearly suicidal)
The Troubleshooters head out, sheperding the team members who are still sleepy onto a transit train. A short ride later, they scramble out of the packed carriage, and into the gargantuan main foyer of troubleshooter HQ. There is a notice on the wall, at least 10 meters high, saying "Minutes since last accident". It's been left at 0. Giant Computer screens hang suspended above the desks, arranged in a semicircle, each reading off dispatch data and occasionally announcements in clear, dulcet tones.
All around you, people are bustling, Troubleshooters on guard duty butting heads with Vulture Goons, battle-scarred veterans are heading out on missions, heavy ordinance swinging from their belts, and nervous looking R&D techies are scurrying around in bio suits. Every few minutes, there is muffled gunfire, faint screaming, or explosions shaking dust from the walls, but nobody even looks up.
Your Troubleshooter passes mean you can ignore the queues for the desks and go straight inside - but then again, you don't know where the briefing room is.