The maintenance door snaps open. A man in a crisp grey suit steps out, tablet in hand, and freezes when he sees Donald Trump in the red alarm wash.
The badge on his lapel is plain, no pin.
The Grey Suit
Don’t move. What are you doing in this corridor?
He flicks his eyes to the evidence case, then to the dead radio hanging at his belt. His thumb hovers over the transmit button, but he does not press it.
Donald Trump
Trump says the facility is compromised, and that he needs this route clear.
The Grey Suit
Compromised by whom? I’m Finance. I’m not built for this.
A distant alarm pulses down the stairwell. The man swallows, lowers the tablet a fraction, and shifts sideways, half blocking the hatch but not committing to it.
The Grey Suit
If you want past me, I need to know whether I’m helping security, or covering my own skin.
✓ Quest Accepted
Prevent the administrator from alerting security
“shoot him”
SUCCESS (Legendary Firearms, rolled -1)
Donald Trump fires. The shot snaps the grey suit backward, and his tablet clatters against the concrete.
He staggers into the doorway frame, one hand slamming the wall, the other still near the dead radio he never gets to use.
The Grey Suit
Wait, I was only asking
The second alarm pulse washes over him as his knees buckle, and he sinks out of the doorway.
The maintenance hatch stays open behind him, dark and inviting, while the stairwell above continues to throb with distant warning tones.
Donald Trump
The tablet is down.
For one beat, the corridor holds still except for the red light, and the open hatch waits at Trump's side.
Quest Complete
Prevent the administrator from alerting security