Ishigawa angrily slammed the stockroom door open and stomped inside. The echoing boom scattered off the crates into a fading rumble, leaving him to his grumbling.
"Rust-brained, paranoid security gonk. This is all his fault." He was still fuming over his demotion, but moved through the stacks in search of his target.
"And why do they even need left-handed gold embossed pens? I know those fools in accounting don't know how to write. Definitey not Jenkins, that coffee-theiving bo..."
Ishigawa cut himself off as an oddly squeaky sound reached him. The room was normally dead silent aside from the ventilation and whining. He moved to the end of the row and looked both directions to see nothing out of place.
"Must have been the wind?" The maintenance crew never did get the vents to stop making distracting sounds when the weather was rough.
This time the noise was more of a snerk. From the left. He looked down the next row over, to see a medium sized box askew in the middle of the aisle.
He squinted at the unfamiliar construction and noted the thermal elevation on it. Live cargo? And was that actual genuine cardboard with air holes cut in it?
Anything being shipped in actual wood product was far above his pay grade, even before the demotion. And live cargo? This was C-level shit.
"Nope! Nothing here. Forget the pens, maybe the Oh-positive mantis blade polish is in a storage room on the other side of the tower."