Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoner: Dumbledore 8:05 a.m. Technician Mike Brown was a veteran of many long shift at the Institute. Most of his longest shifts were technical crusades against tiny system blips that had come and gone long before the techs even made it to the elevator. Mike took the job at the Institute because it payed better than most jobs available to a computer technician just out of collage. This batch of techs were rushed down to Permanent Lock Down escorted by a large group of armed security personnel. In the elevator the techs had received a border line militant briefing on the latest blip that, no doubt, would trigger ether WWIII, or some other equally catastrophic event. The techs didn't like the security because they knew nothing about tech, and the security disliked the techs because they were "civilians." Mike knew these were minor technical errors, but all the other staff thought they would be the end of them all every time. The elevator hit bottom, they all disembarked, the security fanned out, and the techs plugged into the system they were supposed to checkout. 10 minutes later they had made enough progress to determine the system was being gradually adjusted to a coasting state. They had tried all the CONventional tests and some unCONventional to get the system to return to normal, but nothing was working because a Lego City Council code was employed. They had people on the phone, red-faced screaming at secretaries trying to get some answers and the code to "fix this mess.". Tension was growing and Mike could hear the security muttering about "what I'm going to do to that freak.". Unlike his doubtful men the officer in charge was certain they were in no danger. 8:15 a.m. the power shutdown, the laser panels and the lights went down together. A low rumble of a growl cut through the now still air. The room was absolute chaos for minutes on end. Mike hit the floor when the panic broke out. He had crawled under his desk to avoid being trampled, and after the Mayhem subsided he speed crawled toward where he thought the door was. He stopped cold when he saw the luminescent purple eyes and teeth. With large canines...?
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down prisoner: Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate) Mike stared into the faintly glowing teeth and eyes. The teeth could have better been described as fangs. The purple eyes were half primal, and about as fearsome as their white, enamel counterparts. Mike tried to move, but found he couldn't. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make his vocal cords do their thing. Red security lights powered on, and shed their eerie red-hewed half-light on the room. The new lights also revealed the man that the teeth and eyes belonged to. Mike began to limply drag himself away, but Dumbledore had other plans. He grabbed the tech by the throat, hoisted him to eye level without so much as a grunt, and breathed one word into the Mike's face. "Out?" Mike found his voice. He screamed like 7 year old faced with a birthday clown, and flailed his arm at the door. He saw Dumbledore's other hand reaching towards his throat, and tried valiantly not to cry. Dumbledore was not interested in his neck, he found out, as the key card was pulled from its lanyard, and he was dropped on the floor. He looked up after a few seconds. The door was standing open and Dumbledore was gone. Mike was a young tech, and this had been trying to say the in the very least. He passed out.
Kingwja was a man of principle, so when the report that "multiple escapees were loose in the Institute" and that "3 squads of task personnel were already down" he held his temper and didn't swear or throw things. By the time the report that it was likely "some escapees had banded together and that Max-Secure was off line" the temptation was growing. He refused the evacuation offer because his men were in the prison and he refused to abandon them. Now Kingwaja was directly coordinating teams from the security hub office. "How come there is always a jail break?" He wondered.
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down prisoner: Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate) Mike stared into the faintly glowing teeth and eyes. The teeth could have better been described as fangs. The purple eyes were half primal, and about as fearsome as their white, enamel counterparts. Mike tried to move, but found he couldn't. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make his vocal cords do their thing. Red security lights powered on, and shed their eerie red-hewed half-light on the room. The new lights also revealed the man that the teeth and eyes belonged to. Mike began to limply drag himself away, but Dumbledore had other plans. He grabbed the tech by the throat, hoisted him to eye level without so much as a grunt, and breathed one word into the Mike's face. "Out?" Mike found his voice. He screamed like 7 year old faced with a birthday clown, and flailed his arm at the door. He saw Dumbledore's other hand reaching towards his throat, and tried valiantly not to cry. Dumbledore was not interested in his neck, he found out, as the key card was pulled from its lanyard, and he was dropped on the floor. He looked up after a few seconds. The door was standing open and Dumbledore was gone. Mike was a young tech, and this had been trying to say the in the very least. He passed out.
Kingwja was a man of principle, so when the report that "multiple escapees were loose in the Institute" and that "3 squads of task personnel were already down" he held his temper and didn't swear or throw things. By the time the report that it was likely "some escapees had banded together and that Max-Secure was off line" the temptation was growing. He refused the evacuation offer because his men were in the prison and he refused to abandon them. Now Kingwaja was directly coordinating teams from the security hub office. "How come there is always a jail break?" He wondered.
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoner: Dumbledore 8:05 a.m. Technician Mike Brown was a veteran of many long shift at the Institute. Most of his longest shifts were technical crusades against tiny system blips that had come and gone long before the techs even made it to the elevator. Mike took the job at the Institute because it payed better than most jobs available to a computer technician just out of collage. This batch of techs were rushed down to Permanent Lock Down escorted by a large group of armed security personnel. In the elevator the techs had received a border line militant briefing on the latest blip that, no doubt, would trigger ether WWIII, or some other equally catastrophic event. The techs didn't like the security because they knew nothing about tech, and the security disliked the techs because they were "civilians." Mike knew these were minor technical errors, but all the other staff thought they would be the end of them all every time. The elevator hit bottom, they all disembarked, the security fanned out, and the techs plugged into the system they were supposed to checkout. 10 minutes later they had made enough progress to determine the system was being gradually adjusted to a coasting state. They had tried all the CONventional tests and some unCONventional to get the system to return to normal, but nothing was working because a Lego City Council code was employed. They had people on the phone, red-faced screaming at secretaries trying to get some answers and the code to "fix this mess.". Tension was growing and Mike could hear the security muttering about "what I'm going to do to that freak.". Unlike his doubtful men the officer in charge was certain they were in no danger. 8:15 a.m. the power shutdown, the laser panels and the lights went down together. A low rumble of a growl cut through the now still air. The room was absolute chaos for minutes on end. Mike hit the floor when the panic broke out. He had crawled under his desk to avoid being trampled, and after the Mayhem subsided he speed crawled toward where he thought the door was. He stopped cold when he saw the luminescent purple eyes and teeth. With large canines...?
The Con puns have CONtaminated yet another story. Do I spot a Mayhem pun in there too? *squints*
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down Prisoner: Dumbledore 8:05 a.m. Technician Mike Brown was a veteran of many long shift at the Institute. Most of his longest shifts were technical crusades against tiny system blips that had come and gone long before the techs even made it to the elevator. Mike took the job at the Institute because it payed better than most jobs available to a computer technician just out of collage. This batch of techs were rushed down to Permanent Lock Down escorted by a large group of armed security personnel. In the elevator the techs had received a border line militant briefing on the latest blip that, no doubt, would trigger ether WWIII, or some other equally catastrophic event. The techs didn't like the security because they knew nothing about tech, and the security disliked the techs because they were "civilians." Mike knew these were minor technical errors, but all the other staff thought they would be the end of them all every time. The elevator hit bottom, they all disembarked, the security fanned out, and the techs plugged into the system they were supposed to checkout. 10 minutes later they had made enough progress to determine the system was being gradually adjusted to a coasting state. They had tried all the CONventional tests and some unCONventional to get the system to return to normal, but nothing was working because a Lego City Council code was employed. They had people on the phone, red-faced screaming at secretaries trying to get some answers and the code to "fix this mess.". Tension was growing and Mike could hear the security muttering about "what I'm going to do to that freak.". Unlike his doubtful men the officer in charge was certain they were in no danger. 8:15 a.m. the power shutdown, the laser panels and the lights went down together. A low rumble of a growl cut through the now still air. The room was absolute chaos for minutes on end. Mike hit the floor when the panic broke out. He had crawled under his desk to avoid being trampled, and after the Mayhem subsided he speed crawled toward where he thought the door was. He stopped cold when he saw the luminescent purple eyes and teeth. With large canines...?
The Con puns have CONtaminated yet another story. Do I spot a Mayhem pun in there too? *squints*
Great part, as always!
Now, Con, CON you see the CONsequences of CONniving to CONvert the LMBEs into a your latest CONquest? I am so sorry everybody. You have taught me well, Sir. I don't know about a pun, but it is something. Thankssomuch! I liked your new parts to!
Level 5: Maximum-security Permanent lock down prisoner: Dumbledore ? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate) Mike stared into the faintly glowing teeth and eyes. The teeth could have better been described as fangs. The purple eyes were half primal, and about as fearsome as their white, enamel counterparts. Mike tried to move, but found he couldn't. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make his vocal cords do their thing. Red security lights powered on, and shed their eerie red-hewed half-light on the room. The new lights also revealed the man that the teeth and eyes belonged to. Mike began to limply drag himself away, but Dumbledore had other plans. He grabbed the tech by the throat, hoisted him to eye level without so much as a grunt, and breathed one word into the Mike's face. "Out?" Mike found his voice. He screamed like 7 year old faced with a birthday clown, and flailed his arm at the door. He saw Dumbledore's other hand reaching towards his throat, and tried valiantly not to cry. Dumbledore was not interested in his neck, he found out, as the key card was pulled from its lanyard, and he was dropped on the floor. He looked up after a few seconds. The door was standing open and Dumbledore was gone. Mike was a young tech, and this had been trying to say the in the very least. He passed out.
Kingwja was a man of principle, so when the report that "multiple escapees were loose in the Institute" and that "3 squads of task personnel were already down" he held his temper and didn't swear or throw things. By the time the report that it was likely "some escapees had banded together and that Max-Secure was off line" the temptation was growing. He refused the evacuation offer because his men were in the prison and he refused to abandon them. Now Kingwaja was directly coordinating teams from the security hub office. "How come there is always a jail break?" He wondered.
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*Jackson 5 voice* I'll be there. 
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I don't know about a pun, but it is something.