Look around and try to figure out where I am and what this place is.
(5) You look around. Your bed has barricades on the sides. There is an IV in your arm, which leads up to a saline bag. There's a monitor machine of some kind on the other side of the bed. You turn a little further and something pulls against your face. You reach up and prod it. It's hard plastic, with some kind of tube attached. An oxygen mask. A nurse, presumably alerted by some kind of alarm from the monitoring machine, comes in and bustles about, taking your blood pressure and other vitals. She greets you and tells you a doctor will be coming to check you over before long. And, after a half hour or so, one shows up, checks your chart, does a blood pressure thing, and has you breathe into a little doohicky to check your lung capacity. Hey, maybe this guy can get you a note for your day off.
DO NOT THROW UP
THE HOT DOG NEEDS TO STAY INSIDE ME
(3) you burp a lot, and scare off a potential customer You drink some kind of carbonated beverage, and the stomach rumbling shifts downward somewhat. You are probably not going to vomit, but you start giving the pier the side eye, looking about for an easily accessed bathroom in case of an emergency. You're still pretty sure there will be an emergency before long. Hopefully not at lunch rush, which looks to be starting in a round or two.
Ah. Present my badge, I work here afterall. If asked on what I am doing outside, claim Moped Troubles. For now ill have to go back inside to get back out...
(5) you present your badge and he waves you in with a grunt before you have a chance to explain anything. He doesn't even write down an attendance note or anything. You hurry along down the hallway until it opens up onto a large subterranean complex, full of villainous shipping and receiving activities, industrial doomsday forklifts, racks upon racks of evil science assemblage components, two break rooms on opposite sides of the cavern, and bats. You hear the beeping of an evil forklift backing up somewhere in the villainous product processing department nearby.
Well, when all you have is a missile, every problem looks like Abdul Khaliq another opportunity to avoid collateral.
Who dis?: Droney McDroneface
After the global war on terror wound down, the little Reaper drone that could found itself obsolete and summarily discharged. However, with the same vigor he would hunt for high value targets in the desert of Afghanistan, he soon found himself chasing down and eliminating office inefficiencies!
Who you work for?: BlackstoneRock. BlackRock. Yes.
Where dat?: The heart of corporate scum and villainy. Downtown.
Why you no here? Oh no, faulty connectors led to a delayed recharging cycle! Damn you Tesla charge station!
Status: suffering from premature missile ejection.
Yes, I think I understand. Well enough to roll for it, anyway. (5) You fire at an office suite two floors up and several meters to the side. You open a hole about three meters wide in the wall, blowing out windows in concentric circles around the detonation point. Several panes of the windows in your own department shatter. You wait for the debris to clear, ignore the screams from above and below, and crash your way through what's left of one window into your department. The department lead glances up at you, out at the window, and down at his watch. He frowns momentarily, then gets back to whatever documentation he was doing on his computer station. You note with mechanical satisfaction that the sprinklers on this floor didn't even go off. Whether that is because the damage was properly contained, or because the sprinklers were not properly maintained is, as are so many things, someone else's problem. You drift over to your workstation and boot up the console with a whir.
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