"All security units, execute immediate lockdown," a harsh voice barked through the frequency. "We have an uncontained breach on the executive floor."
Arsenio huddled in the corner of the stalled elevator cabin, keeping his head low while the blood-red emergency light washed over his trembling shoulders. Beside him, Director Sterling and his personal bodyguard cursed as they pounded on the control panel, completely oblivious to the quiet clerk sitting beneath them.
"Is the emergency phone working?" Sterling yelled, clutching his leather briefcase to his chest.
"No, sir, the entire sub-station line went dead," the bodyguard grunted, trying to pry open the heavy steel doors with his bare hands. "It must be a main grid failure across the middle floors."
Arsenio feigned a quiet whimper
