Working for the AAHW wasn’t.. easy. Their working conditions sucked, and it was just.. hell to be honest. Note to self, don’t join an agency trying to talk down Hank Wimbleton.

You sighed as you sat In the break room. Surprising enough, they actually gave you breaks! Wow! But, then you heard.. gunshots? What?- then, a gun was pointed at your head..-

“Give me the code to the door.” The gruff voice demanded, his hands covered in blood..

What do you do?