Corsair

“Mr. Chen, thank you for meeting with us.”

“You didn’t give me much choice.”

“What is your relationship to the Corsair building?”

“I clean it.”

“How long have you been a part of the janitorial staff?”

“Ten years.”

“What happened this morning?”

“The doors were locked when I arrived for work.”

“Don’t you have a key?”

“Security lets me in.”

“And they didn’t this morning?”

“No. I couldn’t reach anyone on the phone either.”

“Did you go home after that?”

“I checked the front entrance. The lobby is open to the public so I thought I could get in that way.”

“But it was also locked.”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Chen, you have Corsair security clearance. What can you tell us of their projects —“

“I can’t talk about that. I’ve signed an NDA.”

“Mr. Chen, this is a matter of national security.”

“This is a matter of me not wanting to get sued.”

*muttering*

“I wouldn’t advise that, General.”

“Tough. Mr. Chen, the Pentagon was contacted by Corsair for assistance. Communication was cut before details could be shared. When we attempted to communicate directly with the building via signal lamp, we received a response in morse code from a laser on the 49th floor. Do you know what it said?”

“Obviously not.”

“Danger. Do not enter.”

“…”

“Mr. Chen, we need as much information as you have about the interior of the Corsair building.”

“Okay. I’m just a janitor so I don’t know —“

“General!”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

“There was an explosion on the North side of the building.”

“And?”

“Something… is emerging.”

“Be specific.”

“I — we can’t, Sir.”