The kid who named himself Blackout stands at the main lobby desk, trying to flirt with the short-haired receptionist while she checks the repair logs. She doesn't try to hide the disgust on her face at the sight of his dirty, stolen maintenance uniform.
Then, an alarm splits the air. Hatchet, he groans. At least the measures he'd programmed would keep the pathway for Hatchet clear while locking out more security.
"Gunfire!" someone shouts, causing every suit and dress to run for the door, screaming, pushing over those too slow. Blackout shrugs and runs with the crowd.
Some exit strategy.
I just really like the names of these characters. Also how you call people "suits and dresses".
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