You continue towards the office, fighting back the
very real fear of death and cursing yourself along the way. A few moments and some close calls with meeting either members of the armed parties, you finally arrive.
On a normal day, the office building looks aged, and despite its imposing height, was barely anything but a footnote to everyday life. Nobody really cares. But now, portions of the building fell down.
How the hell did this happen...? Were all of the terrorists THIS armed?!You try to focus on how most dramatic scenes in movies slow down, as an attempt to attune yourself to time much better, but you find you lack the mental fortitude to stay calm. But only you have the power to save these people... The weight of the world becomes shouldered upon your back, and you feel guiltier throughout.
But you already ran away. You probably should stay away. You fight your internal turmoil (75) and decide it is far too risky for you to involve yourself in this mess. Your friends would probably hate you for coming back after fleeing anyway, if they did see you flee. After all, the terrorists were looking for you and
specifically you.
Your musings are interrupted when you spot a squadron of terrorists with an APC emerging to your east. You attempt to hide, when suddenly, someone grabs you by the collar of your dress shirt.
"There you are, finally! I was looking all over for you! There's no time to lose, get over here!"
A peculiar long-haired woman wearing an office blouse and conservative pencil skirt drags you with much force by the collar towards an alley with a bunch of dumpsters.
"If I'm correct, you're John Smith, right? Then again, I'm sure you are...
having done this a couple of times over already..."
Name: John Smith
Morality: 57
Time Control: 16
Inventory:
2x Chupa-Chups Lollipop