2:00 p.m. – Lead Engineer Office
Up on the fourth floor of the engineer's complex, through the large three pane window was the office of Dethklok's inebriated lead engineer. The office was simple with stacked books, binders and prints scattered on the floor along with numerous empty bottles of hard liquor and spirits. The center of the office contained a large oak desk complete with documents, blueprints, a large decanter, and one engineer stretched on top.
Her eyes were closed in deep sleep as she lay face down across her desk with her head and arms draped over the front and her legs limp in the back. Life couldn't be better in her drunken dream land, a bareback horse ride with a lean short-haired blond that knew exactly how to mix her gin drinks.
Suddenly a loud beeping sound was screaming in her ear.
A low moan and a frantic hand searched blindly for the source, knocking over her large crystal decanter caused her to erupt in every swear word she could imagine.
Her fingers finally found the call button and flicked the switch next to it, a low voice was immediately heard from the other end.
"Ma'am, Mr. Ofdensen is here accompanied by a Mr. Alex Harvey from the Occupational Safety and Health Administration. Shall I let them in?"
'Fuck, OSHA again? I thought we fixed those discrepancies last August? Damn it, now what do I do?' She grimaced, still in her prone position.
"Keep them outside for the moment. I want six klokateers in my office immediately." She bellowed into the receiver.
"Yes Ma'am." The klokateer said with great discipline, and with a click the line was quiet.
"I'll give him something to write in his report, where is that key?"
She began to fumble through her desk pulling out unfiled documents, pens, spirits, a deflated stress ball, until she found a small key inscribed with the word, "W3."
As soon as she had found what she was after she closed the drawers and kicked the garbage under the desk. The klokateers were beginning to file into her office from the construction bay on the first floor, each lining up in rank before their employer.
"Fantastic now line up against the window." She ordered with a fresh cigarette drooping out of the right side of her lips.
With the small key she fetched earlier she approached the far right window pane, unlocked it and flung the window open.
Down below Ofdensen stood making small chat with the OSHA representative, defending the lead engineer when the opportunity arose.
"It shouldn't be too much longer, she's probably gathering the klokateers in the construction bay around back. She should, uh, buzz us through in a moment." He said observing the great displeasure across the representative's face.
"Hey, up here you shit swine!" With that statement Ofdensen just closed his eyes and tried to remember why they retained this particular employee.
Up above the problematic engineer was seen leaning outside her window with her left hand steadily gripping the seal for balance. Next to her were several exposed klokateer rears pressed firmly against the other two panes.
"Suck it Harvey!" she screamed while she made a karate chopping gesture to the right side of her pelvic area with her free hand. The klokateers could be seen high-fiving each other in great satisfaction inside. That is until the panes came loose and separated from their seal.
With a crack the windows fell out and with that several klokateers plummeted four stories and landed directly on shattered glass, impaling them in the worst area possible. Ofdensen and Mr. Harvey, standing no less than 12 feet from the accident, appeared to be momentarily shocked but not surprised at the outcome.
At that moment they both looked up to see the slightly surprised young woman still standing on the window seal.
"Damn it!" She yelled, "That's a citation isn't it?"
