Sergeant Harvey was irked. He just returned from picking up Captain Tanzer’s dry cleaning, when he found the claymore he had placed in the boardroom was dead. He had spent a frantic 10 minutes wiring the flash bangs to blow at the precise moment someone crossed the threshold.
It hadn’t been easy of course. He had to get in and out when the outsourced security left on their breaks. Yes, a little secret in the world of personnel was that outsourced employees always obey their own rules—a secret that had certainly played in his favor.
Now after returning from the Laundromat Facility with his superior’s best uniform, he decided to check on his pet project. What he found were too very irate guards going over the remnants of his baby. They were debating reporting it to management, then after weighing their options decided that the situation was best left to be filed later in their evening report. The daisy chain was dismantled and carted off by one of them for diffusion.
This left Harvey with the inevitable Plan B. He grumbled as he rounded the corner and opened the stairwell door that led to the bowels of the building. “This is going to be one long ass day.”
