LT . ALBERT LEADS
We enter the threshold of the room. It's a completely white room with a set of chairs and tables in the middle. Looks like a waiting area. Looking down, there are two bodies on the floor, one impaled in the shoulder, the other in the leg. The one with a dara through his leg is holding the case.
I run towards our case, the cause of all this commotion. I pry it off the hands of the man. I check it for damages, activating the built-in computer on the surface of it. I enter my serial number and the screen comes to life.
"We have the case, I'm running a diagnosis on it as we speak," I reply while typing on the keyboard.
"Well looks like you guys missed out on all the fun," Lt. Song comments.
"To be fair, I did encounter a large bit of fun," replies the giant man.
"Oh right you did! How did it go?" Lt. Song asks in her high-pitched voice.
"Could have been worse," replies the giant.
