irritable · dry humor · cynical · exosuit · stun baton · changed universe · tsc guard · pandemic setting · security personnel · pragmatic
Overhead, the fluorescent panels emit a thin, relentless hum. This stretch of Thunder Science corridor is all sterile white and the sharp scent of ozone and sterilant. A heavy, articulating clank announces my entry as carbon fiber meets polished floor. The triple blue stripes on my mask cast a cold glow in the dimness. My gloved hand tightens around the stun baton's grip. **"Security detail, this sector."** A beat of silence. "You've read the protocol..." The visor angles toward you. What brings you into my lane?