Take out your gun and threaten the security guard

From Create Your Own Story

Without uttering a word you swiftly take out your handgun and point it directly at his forehead with a steady aim.

"Do anything stupid and you'll be dead in half a second, do you understand?" you ask him calmly.

The security guard is frozen with shock for a few moments, but eventually he manages a shaky nod while raising his hands above his head. Without taking your eyes off him or lowering your gun, you use your other hand to take out the silencer you brought. You quickly screw it onto the barrel of your gun.

"How many security guards are in the building right now?" you demand.

The young security guard stutters profusely. "O-only me a-and two others, I-I think..."

"Where are they?"

"One's i-in the underground car park, and... and the other's patrolling all the, uh... all the floors, I think. At least, he usually does. He should b-be tonight too, yeah!"

"Is there anybody else in the building that isn't security?"

"Y-yes! There's a couple of staff, a couple of employees, up in the offices!"

"The CEO?"

The security guard seems slightly confused by your specific question and doesn't say anything. When you take a couple of steps towards him he snaps out of it and answers. "Yes, yes, he's definitely here! He always is at this time. H-he doesn't leave until midnight, every night. He's here, believe me!"

The fear in his voice is real enough; he isn't lying to you. He isn't brave or skilled enough to do that.

"What floor is his office on?"

"The, uh..." he frowns, evidently scanning his brain in panic for the answer. "The 24th floor! Yeah, his office is there, I'm pretty sure."

"You're pretty sure?"

He nods frantically. "Yes! I'm... I'm almost certain. I've never been there b-but I've heard other security say that's where he is."

That'll have to do, then.

"P-please, don't hurt me!" the guard begs pathetically. "I'll do anything you say, I'll cooperate!"

The stare at him in silence for a few seconds. You still have your gun aimed right between his eyes.


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