Your gag reflex overcomes your lust for power. You stagger back to work. As you pass the rough-looking characters, they leap from their table. Face contorted in menace and indigestion, the leader grabs you and fires a handgun into the ceiling. “Don’t nobody move!” he shouts. There’s a scratchy noise, like he’s hits a speaker in the ceiling, but the canned flute music doesn’t stop. It gets louder. He sticks the barrel of the gun in your face. “Take us to the manager, you snot-nosed little fuck!” he snarls. “This place makes piles of cash and we want it!”
You are terrified. You have no idea where—or even who—the manager is, much less the money. Randall? If you find him, they might threaten him instead of you. But you have learned some of the awful secrets of this place. You have an idea.
Do you…?
Lure them back into the kitchen by
telling them the safe is in the cooler.
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