You push the door closed as your hand slips into your pocket, your thumb pressing on the button before hearing a BLIP. You saunter across the tarmac of the car park and head towards the Main Office. You push against the cool metal and step into the reception. The room was bathed in a harsh glare from large light fixtures attached to the ceiling. You pause and blink through the pain of the sudden change in light intensity. As your vision returns, you walk over to the large screen next to the door to the Office block and press your ID Card against the reader and a satisfying BEEP heralds your Official Arrival Time. You step through the doorway and head to your office.
As the door swings open, you fumble around for the light switch, fingers running across the smooth tiled surface. There is a loud CLICK as the lights come on. You ease yourself into your chair and pick up one of the many reports lying on your desk. While being the Leading Nuclear Physicist of the State was an occupation that offered immense satisfaction, there was always a constant stream of Paperwork. You pull a pen out of pocket and prepare to start checking it over...
A scream rings out. It is the receptionist. Your head snaps up as you let out a startled gasp, your glasses almost slipping off. You rush over to the door to see what is happening and if you can help but as you swing the door open, someone yells out loudly.
"HANDS UP! GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"
You freeze. It's a break-in. You have no idea what to do. A man wearing an orange Prison Jumpsuit charges round the corner and points a nail gun at you.
You don't even have time to think about what to do before you spin round and run for the emergency exit at the side of the laboratory.
Your hand reaches for your keys as you sprint for your car, hoping that no-one notices you as you dash for freedom.
"HEY! GET 'IM!"
You shakily raise your hands, hoping to placate the trio holding you at gunpoint.
The woman grabs you by the collar and throws you into the back of the modified Prison Bus that was sitting in the Parking Lot.
The door slams shut behind you. You desperately grab the bars as the Bus begins to move. You bang on the door in a vain attempt to open it and jump out before you're moving too fast.
"What do you want from me?" You yell out at the driver.
They simply burst out laughing and reply. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
You rest your head against the door and sigh.
You did not expect your day to go like this.