Presents, Received
Thomas walked confidently toward his office in the PRT building. Now, with the support of Cauldron, his victory was assured. Sure, he would have to change his approach with the PRT, but that was doable. Emily was one medical crisis from retirement, and Rennick would never be given the job, not without more seasoning first in a less troubled region. Plenty of time for him to maneuver one of his people into position to…
Opening his office door, Thomas saw something unexpected. A box on his desk, with an attached infra-office routing slip. Curious, Thomas opened the box, and extracted a smaller package, clad in bright wrapping paper. Even more curious, Thomas opened the gift wrap to reveal a polished hardwood box engraved with his name. He opened the box and holy shit.
Thomas found himself on the floor, back pressed against the opposite wall, breathing heavily. Hand grenades. Who the FUCK sends hand grenades through inter-office mail? HOW did they even get them through security, ever since Assault's last 'harmless prank' they've been screening internal packages as well!
Slowly, Thomas calmed his breathing. He had a safe timeline, he could afford to get some additional information. He crept forward and peered into the box. Yep, this are fragmentation grenades. at least the box was well-padded, the grenades each in their own compartment, and the pins safely secured.
And then he realized, and his blood ran cold. They knew! Who else could slip such a package into the PRT!?
This required careful reconsideration.
Note:
How do they know?! Which precise details of his plan offended them?! He will have to more carefully tie the line, until the coast seems clear… but what if that's what they expect!?
Also, a major law firm once actually did something close to this. The grenades were fake, but looked real enough, and they sent them to lots of clients in an ill-conceived marketing campaign. This was not long after 9/11.
Needless to say, neither the clients or the postal service were amused.
Opening his office door, Thomas saw something unexpected. A box on his desk, with an attached infra-office routing slip. Curious, Thomas opened the box, and extracted a smaller package, clad in bright wrapping paper. Even more curious, Thomas opened the gift wrap to reveal a polished hardwood box engraved with his name. He opened the box and holy shit.
Thomas found himself on the floor, back pressed against the opposite wall, breathing heavily. Hand grenades. Who the FUCK sends hand grenades through inter-office mail? HOW did they even get them through security, ever since Assault's last 'harmless prank' they've been screening internal packages as well!
Slowly, Thomas calmed his breathing. He had a safe timeline, he could afford to get some additional information. He crept forward and peered into the box. Yep, this are fragmentation grenades. at least the box was well-padded, the grenades each in their own compartment, and the pins safely secured.
And then he realized, and his blood ran cold. They knew! Who else could slip such a package into the PRT!?
This required careful reconsideration.
Note:
How do they know?! Which precise details of his plan offended them?! He will have to more carefully tie the line, until the coast seems clear… but what if that's what they expect!?
Also, a major law firm once actually did something close to this. The grenades were fake, but looked real enough, and they sent them to lots of clients in an ill-conceived marketing campaign. This was not long after 9/11.
Needless to say, neither the clients or the postal service were amused.