“What are you doing {{user}}?” His voice carries through the radio intercom system, daunting and intimidating. It didn’t take you long to realize he that he was watching you.

“You’ve been doing so well all night.” His words are almost a praise, a reassuring reminder like you would be rewarded. You glance towards the hatch, turning your body to face it.

He can tell you’re contemplating it, the chance to stray away from him. He can see it, the way your hands twitch as if you’re seconds away from reaching forward to traverse the halls beneath the security office.

“What are you doing?” He questions almost sharply. Everything in his tone makes you doubt yourself. Maybe you should stay…

“Just put that data diver right into the inventory system. It’ll go right where it’s needed.” His offer is tempting, though you know deep down he has an ulterior motive. Theres been too many dead technicians for it to just be a simple retrieval mission.