It was a normal day in Aperture Science.
The Aperture Science Research Division on Level 13 was busy, just like usual, and people could barely here themselves think over all the talking and moving around you.
Until, "Attention, all Aperture employees. Four Genetically Altered Nuclear Trained Attack Mice have escaped on level eleven. Please remain calm, and set your Paralyzation Guns to 400-Volt Dump"
Everyone went dead silent.
Then, everyone turned their Paralyzation Guns to 400-Volt Dump with a CLICK, and a WHIRR.
The first person to break the deafening silence was the Head Security Officer, speaking into his Transceiver Radio. "Unit 4, how do things look on level eleven? Is anything out of place?"
There was silence for a moment. "No sir, everything looks-OH HELL NO! Sir, they've gotten into Munitions! They *FZZSH* MDGs! *FCH* need *HISSS*" Then an explosion rocked the floor.
The Head Security Officer's face visibly paled when the guard said MDG. "Control, quarantine the Munitions Depot, and keep an eye on the cameras, this could get messy."
The Head Security Officer started heading towards the elevator, and as he walked he spoke orders into his radio. "Units seven through seventeen, get to the Orientation Room on level eleven as soon as possible."
"YES SIR!"
As the Head Security Officer paced the Orientation Room, he talked to the Security Units. "Alright, any of you who have seen a GANTAM, raise your hand." Only two people rose their hand. He sighed.
"Any of you who have seen the Angry Gorilla Project, raise your hand." All forty of them rose their hands. "Well, one GANTAM took down three of those nasty monsters with a knife the size of a toothpick." No one moved. "Now, you men have helmets so you don't need to worry about your eyes getting gouged out. However, you need to be watching everything constantly so they don't sneak up on you." He turned to look at the men. "Those little bastards are as agile as a ninja, have accuracy that would make an expert marksman weep, the personality of an angry bull dog, have Molecular Destabilization Guns, and are bent on world domination." Now he was looking at the men with fear and determination written all over his face. "Gang up on them, and don't get shot unless you want to turn into a pile of carbon dust."
"YES SIR!"
He turned from them and took his radio off of his belt. "Control, put level eleven on lockdown, and open door number three-hundred and ninety-seven." All of the Aperture Science Super Heavy Duty Industrial Strength Air-Lock Chamber Sealing Door Devices around them closed, sealed, and locked around them. Except for one, which had a white sign with the words 'Munitions Depot' hanging above it.
"Alright, stick together, and remember, DON'T. STOP. MOVING."
"YES SIR!"
"MOVE!"
Yep, just a normal day in Aperture Science.
A./N.
Hello anonymous reader!
Any and all valid criticism is greatly appreciated!
Aperture Science. Catastrophes happen every day, some easy to handle and some not so much. (All the men in Security deserve a raise)
Don't look at me with that tone of voice, I was bored.
Thanks for spending your limited and precious time reading this extremely short story!