Friday, 19 November 2010

Killer Day

So this was the plan.
Step 1: Move all non-essential personnel to a more secure part of the building.
Step 2: Fill all guns in the area with blanks.
Step 3: Let Michael wake up, find a gun and “kill” Katie (who will be wired with squibs)

(Did anyone else want step 3 to be PROFIT!)

We were all set up for the fake death scene. (That should theoretically snap Michael out of his “I need to kill the woman I love” type state.) Everything was going well until bells and flashing lights and oh joy, what now?

The fact that someone tried an unauthorised access of one of the buildings computers, setting off an automatic lockdown of the entire facility (putting the staged murder at risk) isn’t what bothers me. I mean it does bother me, but it’s not what really bothers me.

No, what bothers me is that I had a chance to see exactly how screwed I’ll be in the event of an armed threat on the building. I sat in a dark corridor (the doors all seal shut) for 2 hours before I heard Stanley’s little voice coming out of the wall.

Turns out there are emergency access panels all over the place that let you communicate across the facility among other things. (I really need to pay attention in security briefings.) That’s 2 hours of sitting duck status when I could have been opening doors, and other useful stuff. If there had been actual men with guns trying to take over I’d have been useful only as a bad guy’s human shield.

On the bright side we successfully fake killed Katie. (Sometimes I only realise how disturbing my job is when I’m writing this stuff down.) Michael is back to normal, apart from the new brooding guilty look he’s now sporting and all is well… right?

Well is a relative term.

There’s still the fact that the alarm went off. It could have just been a mistake but it’s going to be hard to sleep knowing that there’s a fair chance someone in the building was doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

Bad behaviour in a normal office usually means email forwarding of funny cat videos or stealing pens. In this office it usually means explosions, bullets and the fall of civilization. (So pretty much business as usual eh?)