Shaman Crane, Unstoppable
The next morning Mikey is just a little slow to get up. He practically had to beat that elven nurse off with a broom, she had decided to visit him late in the night, ostensibly to check his bandages. But the surprise tonsil hockey was shocking. Any other time Micheal might have welcomed the advances, but he was worn out, in pain and just a touch creeped out.
He'd visited the cafeteria first, and instead of sitting at one of the tables, he'd beat feet with a platter of breakfast food. The Elven nurse had been there giving the shaman bedroom eyes.
So as he comes into the surveillance room he's munching on some eggs, bacon, cubed up hash browns stuck between two huge waffles. And a thermos full of hot tea with just a touch of splenda mixed in. He looks about the room giving a wave to everyone already here. If anyone. He found himself somewhere to sit and listened to the briefing. He munched away looking around at the group, swallowed then piped up, "Boss Bot, question, do we have a staff list of people who were here? And what their clearance levels are?" He sipped his tea, before continuing, "It might go a short ways to figuring out if there was someone in place they shouldn't have been in. Just saying." He bit into his strange sandwich again, and for all present he can be heard whispering, "Fucking Eh plus, that's some grade a maple syrup."
He continues to much away abit before adding, "I mean camera footage is all good Boss Bot, but if we knew who was here, if they were doing what they were supposed to do we could I dunno cut down on suspects right? I mean if one of the chefs was in the security room for some reason. Or a clerk from accounting was in the Control Room, that might throw up red flags? What's the security like around here?" He shrugs, and continues to munch.
SleepyWrites,
PrinceAlexus,
ppppppppp,
Festive,
Cyrania,
Izurich,
Pilatus,
Days,
MrSkimobile,
FourtyTwo