Gemini

Getting Stuck In The Lion's Den

          Dave Miller was 20 minutes into his walk home.  As if his luck wasn't bad enough, his car had fought fire and blown up.  He decided to call his wife because his house was an hour and 20 minutes walk away.  No money for a taxi.  His wallet with his credit card was left in the car; he used change for his Starbucks.  All he had left was a few coins, which he'd use for a pay phone as his phone was destroyed in the car.  A bald man who looked remarkably likeVladimir Putin walked into the phone booth.

         Dave watched a silhouette dial a number.  Then waited.  This guy was taking an awfully long time.  Dave sat down on a bench and looked over.  The silhouette was no longer there.  Suddenly he heard the sound of a car.  A police car more specifically.  The police cars raced passed him, then did a quick U-turn and stopped.  5 or so cops came flooding out of multiple cars that showed up suddenly.  "Keep your hands in the air."  The telephone booth door was slowly opening.  Dave slowly raised his hands.  The door of the telephone booth opened further.  There was definitely no one inside.  A cop with handcuffs walked slowly towards him.  Dave had a choice. 

          He could co-operate, not get in further trouble, and let police do what they do.  Or he could try and escape through the phone booth.  He knew that it was possible, after what somehow happened to the last person.  He dove in suddenly and slammed the door.  He heard rapid movement.  He looked around. On the roof was a small sticker saying "Telephone #344".  Dave trying dialing 344.  He heard a locking sound on the door.  "Open up!  There's no way out!" he heard an officer say.  The lights went off and then on again.  Dave didn't even know there were lights in the booth.  He could feel the platform moving down like an elevator. 
         
          Dave looked outside the window.  All he could see was cement.  The door opened.  A busy office building was below.  He exited and wondered around, trying to fit in.  An short old man with white hair, was talking with a short fat man with long brown curly hair.  "Any word on Miller?"  What was going on?  At the end of the hallway was a large glass double door with a sign reading "MISSION ROOM".  Dave opened the door.  People were bustling around.  A series of chairs were in the back, each one saying "GUEST SEATING".  He sat down.  "What's the word on Miller?" said a man with a tag on saying Dr Murk.  "Is he in custody?" 

          "We don't know, we're trying to figure out which police were dispatched."

          "Hold on!" Yelled Dr Murk "Comm 4 is getting something."  Comm 4 looked at her screen.  "This is comm 4, what's the story on Miller? Mhm...". The room stared intensely at her.  "Miller escaped.  He apparently disappeared into the red telephone box."  Dr Murk looked around.  "Good god that's the secret entry into here! Cam 1, what have we got?"  Cam 1, to Murk's right, was the Vladimir-Putin-look-a-like.  "He's in the building."  Miller put all his computer knowledge to work on how he can stop this guy from figuring out that he's in the room.  To Miller's left, there was a table with a huge computer the size of a fridge with a laptop on a stand attached. 

         He types in a command in a coding language only knew by the CIA.  Good thing he worked for American PSDB.  <drivesearch:key=2019/01/17\cmd::>>.  A whole bunch of video came up of the day from 00:00 to 13:42.  He looked for the ones along the hallway we went down, did a few clever commands and blocked video feed in the room, as well as feed from the hallways he was in.  "All the video is gone from today where the telephone #344 is!"  Murk grunted and muttered, "Miller."
         
          "We're going to down a full lockdown of the office, everyone's going to line up, present ID, and a sweep will be done in the building.  Find David Miller."